"Mike, you fucker, how ya doing? ready for the game later today?" Bruce confidently bellowed down the phone. His voice had suddenly got a little deeper and more masculine to suit the name Bruce.
"Yeah, Bruce - you wanna come by and pick up your kit that you left at mine after the last match then? Although you'll have to get a new jock and rugby socks on the way over your ones are too trashed! Also you should get yourself some new trackies mate," Mike replied authoritatively. The tone was sufficient to make the commands sink in. Although not as effective as the trance suggestion Mike you make easier suggestions to Bruce now he was further into his new self that he would just accept.
"Yeah see ya later mate," Bruce replied as he turned the phone off and headed out to get some gear. He stopped off first at the local sports shop and found a couple of white jockstraps and the brown ringed rugby socks of his college, which he confidently took to the counter and paid for. He remembered how he had always wanted to get such pieces of clothing before. He found it very hot but was too shy to ever take it to the counter thinking people would find it weird. Now, as Bruce, he felt much more confident in doing so and realised he needed to do it for rugby, which he had been playing hard at and wanted to win.
He went to the other sports shop in town, which sold his favourite tracksuits - Canterbury of New Zealand - the proper rugby gear he thought and he decided he deserved it as a rugger lad! He went in and got some Canterbury of New Zealand tracksuit bottoms and he decided he'd get the London Wasps rugby shirt he'd always wanted. He tried them on before busying them and observed himself in the mirror. Damn, I look good, he thought to himself. He was starting to get more and more into himself and the way he looked.
After purchasing the gear he headed to Mike's place. He knocked on the door and Mike opened it. The room smelt strongly of sweat and cum. Obviously Mike didn't really take care of the laundry in his room as it was all over the place. The walls were covered with loads of rugby posters and pictures of naked women. There were rugby and soccer balls on the floor and Bruce's gear was on the bed.
"Fuckin nice room," Bruce exclaimed.