"All you have to do it grant one person three wishes, but believe me it's harder than you think. First off, they have to crank your handle and make a wish. Then a second and finally a third, and you'll be free. Oh, and don't worry about how you'll grant wishes, that part comes naturally. You know like the monkey's paw?" the tormentor laughs, and says, "My one wish is that you were inside your best friend's locker when he opens it next."
Everything got dark and smelly. You weren't in a hall locker. It was a gym locker. You heard the rattle of the locker opening, and daylight streamed in. Brad was dripping wet after showering. He looked at the box. Then he grabbed your box. You are peering out from the space between the lid and edge of the box. Brad's fingers close on Chad's crank, and he hears the musicbox tune.
"Rah, rah, rah!" Brad adds as the lid pops open and Chad springs out. He bounces and bobs helplessly around. Brad jumps back with an initial surprise, and laughs as he notices that Jack in the Box looks like a caricature of his best bud Chad.
Just then another team mate calls out to Brad as he's leaving, "See ya later, dildo!"
"Yeah, wish I was Mary Sue's dildo!" Brad shouts back.
Chad feels a surge of power flow through him releasing the sexual tension that the crank turning filled him with. He is alone in the locker room bobbing up and down on the floor of the gym. Brad's locker remains open and a wet towel is on the floor where he stood. Chad knows where Brad is - he's changed form and now rests in Mary Sue's nightstand.