"Ooomphf!"
"You're not supposed to tackle in soccer, Carter! Besides the ball is at way over here!"
Stan Carter lay on top of Vinny Cost. "Sorry, Coach!" Stan shouted getting up, "Let me help you up, Cost." Instinctively, he his hand slipped Cost's shorts and grabbed hold of his jockstrap, and lifted.
Vinnie Cost now hung three inches off the ground receiving the worst wedgy of his life. "Careful, Stan, you'll rip my jockstrap. What'll Ryan say about that?"
Stan reacted quickly, releasing Cost's jock. Vinnie hurled toward the ground, his tailbone was going to get it. Strong arms encircled his waist, Carter had him.
"Sorry, I forgot. Please change Ryan back, Vinnie."
"Vincent."
"Vincent, please change Ryan back."
"Hey, girls! The action's down at this end of the field! Now move your fannies down here!" Coach shouted.
The wedgy ripped Ryan back to his senses. He'd been in shock since becoming little Vinnie Cost's jockstrap. The sudden stretching, all that weight resting on him, the swelling cock and balls inside him. The smell of the grass, Vinnie's ass, and sweat was all too much for him. Hell, he was the quarterback. He was the school's best jock, not a jock strap. His mind screamed, I am Ryan!
As the young men ran toward the soccer ball, Vincent Cost suddenly felt like he was miles away. To the coach's amazement, little Vinnie Cost ran forward, and with more agility, strength and dexterity than Cost had ever demonstrated in his life, stole the ball kicking it to his team mate closest the enemy goal.
Ryan thought, possession is 9/10ths of the law. He picked up Vinnie Cost's body--Ryan's new body, and started to run after the ball. Ryan was a jock, and even as a jockstrap, his jock personality reasserted itself overpowering wimpy Cost's weaker mind. Now, as soon as he figured out how Cost had done this to him, Standish would reverse his fate.
In the mean time, he had a soccer match to win. Ryan Standish hated losing.