He see's the option of being a football and thinks "Hmm? That ought to be intresting? I always wanted to know what that was like?" And begins making the ajustments on the machine. Once he made sure that he was all in check, he drives over to the equipment shed at the football field and begins to point the device at himself. "Here goes nothing!" He says and fires, covering himself with a strange blue beam. He puts the machine down on a shelf and automatically begins to see his skin has changed color! He quickly walks in front of a mirror, just in time to, as his body begins to change form! "Man this all feels so awsome! But I think I forgot something?" He says as he tries to grab the gun. With a reach he grabs it off the edge and it falls tumbling down onto the floor just beyond his reach! Looking at it he becomes frightened as the screen says "Changes are permanent." He tries to run to it but stumbles over his now loose shoes, he's lost hieght! He looks down at his feet that have now shrank out of his loose socks, and see's the chocolate brown of a football. He reaches up his hand to his face and see's that it too, along with his arm, have become a rich brown color. "Help! help?" He says confused as his brain as become affected as well. HIs thoughts and iq are slowly slipping away, every minute becoming less human and more of the iq of a football. His middle begins to inflate as white laces appear on his torso. With a sicking pop, the top of his head begins to form into a point, as his sides and front begin too form stitching. Wit a final sigh, his eyes, face, and ears melt into one cigularity, becoming nothing more than the top of the football. He knows he's a football, that he was once human though. Slowly the human aspect begins to fade away like a memory as his feet become the bottom and he slowly rocks back and forth, a fresh ne football ready to be giving no mercy!