Chad grinned at the green costume inside the box. Well, it is St. Patrick's Day, he thought with a smile.
He hightailed to the field house as soon as he was done with practice. He looked around to make sure no one
was looking, and unlocked the door, and slipped inside. The field house was dark except for the light coming
from the high windows running the length of the building. Chad whistled. It echoed through the empty
building. He must be early or she was late. He saw a black metal cauldron or crock sitting off to one side
of the field house, and there was a small box next to it. Obviously, he was expected to change, and stow his
clothes in the box. They wouldn't fit in the box the leprechaun costume was it. It would look pretty erotic
on him. Green short shorts with suspenders a tiny white shirt, a green silk ribbon tie, a tiny jacket with
sleeves that would barely cover his biceps. He quickly stripped. He put on th shirt first, and even though it
was stretchy fabric, it fit surprisingly well. He debated wearing his jockstrap to emphasize his bulge, but
the pants were made of the same fabric, and would show more if he went commando. So he pulled of his
jockstrap and tossed it in the crock. He had aimed for the box, but the jockstrap was so light he overshot it.
He was surprised to hear it land with a metallic clang. He pulled on the short shorts and stretched the
suspenders over his shoulders. He fiddled with the tie, and pulled the jacket on leaving it unbuttoned, and
then he pulled on the green knee crew socks and looked at the tiny green leather shoes with big gold buckles.
He put the tiny derby on his head, and gasp. For the instant he put it on his head, his head shrank, all of
him shrank. The jacket sleeves came down to his wrists, and the short shorts were down to his calves, and
the socks were knee socks. He put his former size 11.5 feet next to the tiny shoes, and frowned. They were
just the right size now.
Chad's face itched, and when he reached up to scratch, he discovered he had sideburns and a beard. He lifted
his foot, and the shoe literally leapt on to his foot. He jumped backward with a start and the other shoe
slipped on to his foot. He tried to take his costume off, but all of it seem stuck to him. Nothing would
unbutton, unhook or unzip. Even the hat seemed glued to his head. He walked over to the pot and was startled
to see that his jockstrap had changed to solid gold. He felt a pang of greed, and thought of all the
jockstraps in the locker room that he could turn to gold in his magic crock. It looked heavy, but it seemed
weightless when he went to pick it up.
He heard a door open. It had to be whoever gave him the leprechaun suit. They were obviously after his gold
or magic or both. He wouldn't let them have either. He grabbed his crock and moved incredibly fast across the
field house. A cloud of dust rose where he had been. He was sure he was too big, but somehow he managed to
slip through a mouse sized hole in the steel sidding where a machine had punctured a hole in the building's
skin. Even more amazing was that he managed to fit his crock through the hole too.
In fifteen seconds, leaving all the grass blown down in his wake, Chad the leprechaun crossed the
soccer/football field, and disappeared into the men's locker room. He seemed shorter now too, but his clothing
hadn't gotten looser, they had changed size with him. He lurked in the shadows under the bench running down
the aisle between the lockers. He barely came up to most guys calves. He grinned. He felt the magic surging
inside him. He was going to have fun with these jocks before he turned their jockstraps to gold. He rubbed
his hands together, and decided he's start with his old buddy Tom Perkins.