As you draw beside Harry again, you take another look at his face. There is no denying it, he's got serious stubble! Harry notices the look on your face.
"Dude, what are you lookin' at?" he asks.
"Uh, Harry, you tryin' to grow a beard?" you respond.
"No, in fact, I just shaved this mornin',"
"I think you missed a spot, like your entire face," you try joking.
Still running, Harry reaches up to his face, "What the? I just shaved..." He then looks at your face, "Hey, you shave today?"
"Yeah," you say with growing concern, "Why?"
"Cause you've got a five-o-clock shadow goin' on."
Your hand flies to your face to find coarse stubble on your cheeks. How can this be happening? Zeb! That freaky coach wannabe must be behind this. As you get closer to the assistant coach, you slow to talk to him.
"Hey, Zeb! What's in these uniforms?" you yell as you get close.
Zeb flashes you a disturbing glare, "Did I say you could stop, meat? You've got ten laps yet. Run those, then we'll talk."
Oddly enough, you obey and keep running. It doesn't feel like you could even stop at this point, you just want to keep running. As the laps flash by, you can see more faces with developing beards. You check your face a few times and find a beard that's growing longer and bushier with each lap. As you complete more circuits, you feel the uniform, elastic as it is, growing tighter around your body. Your teammates continue to look beefier. Before your run, they all looked like an average high school football team, but now they resemble a professional team on steroids.
"Alright, take a breather," Zeb trumpets as the team finishes lap twenty. It's bizarre, you're just run twenty laps around the field, but you're not tired, a little winded, but it feels as if you could keep going. You look at the other guys and try not to scream. Each of them has grown massive. Bushy beards flow out from under the face-masks, and you can see thick hair poking from under shirt collars. Knowing that the same thing has happened to you, you look at your arms, now grown muscled and hairy.
You look up from your altered body in time to see Zeb walking over, looking very smug for some reason. "Well, I see the uniforms did their part, but now it's time for the real practice to begin."