The darkness ends suddenly. Light streams through the grill. It's not natural light. You wake slowly regaining consciousness. You had been having this really weird dream. The smell makes you think that you need to wash your sheets, it smells like a locker room. Your dreamy sensation ends abruptly. You realize that you're not lying in bed. You're not even lying down. You're hanging from something - a hook. You stare at the mesh metal door in front of you. Outside the security screen door you see a giant wooden bench and a row of giant lockers painted in the college team colors. Lockers. You're in a locker. You're hanging from a hook.
The horror sinks in. It wasn't a dream. You'd shiver if you could, but all you can do is hang there. You're a football jersey. The football jersey of a really cool athlete. You remember the thrill of touching Luke's bare skin. His intoxicating scent lingers on you and from the other gear in his locker. If you still had a cock you'd probably be popping a boner right now.
You shake your head mentally trying to think objectively. It must be part of the spell that changed you into a jersey, it's making you enjoy being Lucky Luke Lindberg's jersey. You clear your head. You were going to be the new football sensation at college this fall. Now you're going to be the old college sensation's shirt. Admittedly, spell or not it is thrilling for you to know that you'll be on the field for some Varsity playing even though you're only a freshman. You'll be part of the game, even if you're only the winning quarterback's jersey. It's funny you were looking forward to being at college with Luke Lindberg, now that you were going to be on the field with him for every play. Maybe he'll change you back when he goes to the pros next year. A year being worn by a champion might be more educational than practicing with him on the same field.
A champion: What is it that do they do with champion's jerseys? They retire them and hang them up in the stadium or athletic building, don't they? You have a sinking feeling that you'll never be human again.
You chuckle to yourself as you remember the family curse. You wonder how that will work with Luke's sorcery. It's a very ancient and powerful curse. Every full moon, your body has changed. Your bones have snapped, your muscles twisted, and your body has contorted and reshaped yourself from human into something vaguely human, but far more beastly.
You wonder if the next full moon will free you from this inanimate form, or if you'll just change into a fur coat or jersey. You imagine a hairy version of a football jersey.
The days drag on. It's summer break. At last the football camp begins. You are thrilled to see your owner sit in front of the locker. He undoes the lock and opens the door. He changes into his work out gear and leaves you hanging. Each day, you admire his handsome body as he changes in front of you. Each day, you pray he'll put you on. Each day, he ignores you. You cherish those brief moments. If you could drool, you would every time you see that bare chest. You see a lot of naked male flesh. The guy with the locker next to Luke spends a lot of time sitting on the bench talking with his team mates. Luke doesn't waste anytime changing or talking. He lives for the field.
Finally, Luke pulls you on. He wears you out onto the field. It's been weeks since you've seen daylight. You cling to his padding and to his skin. His fresh scent is intoxicating. You find his scent heady, and lusty. You overhear the coach saying that the big game is in a couple days, and that it'll be a night game. Then you hear someone say the date. It's the night of the full moon. Moonrise is at 9:16 PM, you remember the times and dates of the full moons. You have had to remember them,lest you be caught in compromising situations.
The date of the big pre-season game with the rival college team arrives. There is tension and excitement in the air. They know their good, but are they good enough. Luke just laughs with an air of supreme confidence.
"Don't worry guys, I've got my lucky jersey," you feel honored.
The game begins well. You can feel, taste and smell Luke. You can even sense his thoughts. It is third down, and his last two plays didn't work out. He's planning to try to pass again. You mentally shake your head. You think that's just what they'll expect, you'd be smarter to draw their players out, and fake them out. You could run it up to first down, or if you're lucky maybe make a touchdown.
"Thanks, I'll try it," Luke said to nobody in particular.
He heard you. He ordered the play you described, and actually scored a touchdown. His body is drenched with sweat from the run. You drink up his sweet salty goodness. It is ample reward.
Hours pass, and soon Luke is declared MVP. The champagne is flowing. It pours over Luke's head and then down on you. He's still wearing you as the moon begins to rise. You grin to yourself, and think "Boy will Luke be surprised."
Luke's eyebrow rises and he thinks back at you "I'll be surprised by what?"