"Ken, you are too predictable. New jerseys, football shorts, socks and
jocks for you and your team mates, oh and new pad harnesses, but no
new pads? Hm, I guess you just went by that shopping list of team must
haves that was posted at the talent show sign-ups. Doesn't look like
$2500 worth of gear, but then I'm sure custom jerseys and football
pants aren't cheap," laughed Jeremy, "Now I'm half tempted to delivery
you to the locker room for morning practice, but hm? I don't suppose
it would hurt to try on some of the gear, would it? Not that you'd
mind, I'm sure. I wonder if you're still aware?"
Jeremy rubbed his temples with his wand and then he looked at the old
13" TV that sat in the corner of his room. It was a worthless relic
since the advent of HDTV. He aimed his wand at it.
"Abracadabra, shish boom bah, let Ken's thoughts appear on the tv yon-
dah!"
The TV flickered to life, even though it wasn't plugged in.
"Mmm, yeah, team gear that's what I wish was in the bag. Then we
wouldn't have to suffer through that talent show, and wouldn't be
beholden to wimps and nerds like Jeremy," Ken said in the sleepy voice
of a man talking in his sleep.
"Nerdy wimp?" snarled Jeremy, "I think I'm going to try out this gear
before I change you back. Let's see if you've got a jockstrap my size
- oh, this will do. These shorts should work. Socks, harness, oh, what
do you know there are a couple sets of new pads in the bottom. Now
which jersey should I wear. Yours Ken? Or maybe the Quarterback
Willie Johson's?"
As Jeremy pulls on the jersey he selected, he feels suddenly stronger,
hornier and more confident. His body flushes with heat and seems to
grow larger. He looks in the mirror and is amazed to see how he fills
out the football uniform...Jeremy is now...