"Sheesh, we're going through our players like they were Kleenex! With
a power like this I should be using it on the other teams," said Dylan
slyly.
He phoned a couple of players to collect the equipment, and grabbed
the wand and the mannequin. He loaded the mannequin into his pick up
and drove cross town with the wand shoved in his pants.
He was cautious as he drove by East High. He didn't want a run in with
too many guys. He spotted the tight end's motorcycle parked on the
far end of the lot and drove over to East High's tight end's pride and
joy. It was a real Harley-Davidson. It had been rebuilt a couple of
times having been his father's originally, and as Dylan pulled in next
to it he couldn't help but imagine himself in riding leathers atop
that bike. He pulled the wand out of his pocket in a panic, grateful
that he hadn't been transformed. He thought about it all the
transformations seemed to involve words being said while pointing the
wand. He was hoping that's how it worked. He was wondering if he
should test it before confronting Bruckman, but it was too late. The
Bruckman had just come out of the locker rooms, and saw the car next
to his bike. He was running full tilt across the parking lot.
This was Dylan's best shot. He had to make it good. He aimed the wand
at the charging football player, and said, "Hickory Dickory Dock, you
who were a hot jock, young and strapping, become Jockstrapping - for
our team!"
ZAP
It was comical to watch. One minute Barry Bruckman was running. The
next his clothing was standing still with jockstraps sticking out of
it. Then it all collapsed in a heap. Dylan exited the truck, and
loaded the armful of jockstraps, and jock clothing into his pick up.
He looked around, and then loaded the motorcycle too. It's not like
Barry would be riding it again, unless he was wrapped around another
guy's junk.
Dylan grinned. This was too easy.