Tyler's mouth tasted oddly rubbery as the water cascaded into his open mouth. He leaned forward, opened his eyes, and stared. His tan, toned, hairless body was now shiny yellow. Red welts appeared on his body. Not red like wounds, but bright red, like the school colors red and yellow. The lather on his body was now all washed away, as were his washboard abs. He didn't know what to do. He felt some weak and helpless. Then he noticed that he shower room seemed to be growing larger. He looked to his team mates for support, and was horrified to see that all of them had turned shiny yellow too.
Reaching up to his head, Tyler was horrified to feel his entire head of hair slide of in his hand like a toupee. He looked down at his crotch - the only place he didn't shave and stared. His thatch of pubic hair now was a wet glob of hair on the shower room floor wedged between his toes. His toenail-less toes! He turned his hands around to look at them front and back. They looked like yellow rubber gloves. It was like he was encased in yellow rubber. He turned and stared up into the camera/shower head. It was only water coming out?
The confused look on his face was priceless. Roger snapped another photo. Then he executed the final command. As he watched and recorded, the yellow rubberized swim team waivered and deflated.
"Aaah, I'm melting, I'm melting, what a world, what a world!" Roger shouted into the microphone. His voice echoed off the tile walls as the swim team completed their transformations.
A few minutes later, all the water spurting from the shower heads stopped flowing. Roger had turned off the master valve. He entered with a mesh nylon bag and a plastic bucket singing, "Ding, dong, the wicked swim team is dead..."
He laughed as he walked over to Tyler and picked him up. Tyler's confused face was still embossed on the Japanese-style water polo suit that he had become.
"Okay, not really dead, Tyler,but I bet you'll wish you were after you find out how you'll be spending the rest of your life. You really shouldn't have fucked with me and Dirk Hannigan, Tyler. The rest of your team, well, their transformation will end when water polo season ends, but for you, this is permanent."
He turned to Tyler's fallen team mates, held up Tyler by his waistband, and said, "You're now all official uniforms for our school's water polo team. You know they're great at passing, blocking, and all that good stuff, but their chief weakness was their swimming abilities. Now with you as their suits to augment their swimming talent our team should be unstoppable. After our team wins the championships, all the rest of you except for Tyler will return to your former human selves. If you ever breathe a word of what happened to you, you'll instantly and permanently be transformed into the object the person you tell most desires. Ryan Standish is now Vinnie Cost's jockstrap, because Vinnie wanted a jockstrap so he wouldn't get a late from the coach. So keep that in mind after you're human. You may have noticed numbers appearing on your skin before you transformed. Tyler here is still number One. Only number one refers to Dirk Hannagan's player number. Each of you have a unique number, and unique size corresponding to your new owner. I tried to match you up with the player your skills would most complement. Now you're going to be intimate with these guys for the next few months, so it's logically you'll form attachments. I've told the water polo players this already, and some of them may be willing to continue their relationships with you after you're human again, but if they don't want to, and you push it, well, the only way you'll cradle their balls again is if you become their suit again, and I can arrange that."
They were all dutifully horrified and shocked as Roger scooped up each suit and stuffed it into the mesh bag. Then he went around and filled the bucket with their hair. Finally, he went around the shower room turning off the showers, and picking up the swim team's Speedos.