Chad was on his hands and knees. He spit out cum from his mouth and nose as his lungs resumed breathing. He
shivered. He felt so cold. His body was covered with mucous and shit from Raul's bowels, and cum leaked from
his nose and anus. He felt so dirty and used. He looked around, and he knew he was in the enemy camp's shower
room. He was naked, and he felt helpless. He was sure Raul and his team mates would change him back if they
caught. He swallowed some of the cum that was left in his throat. It was the Friday night game. It was half
time. He knew that much. He struggled to his feet using the tiled door frame for support. His knees still felt
rubbery. He showered quickly, and then went out the far door of the shower room. It was a dead end leading to
a fire exit and the team sauna and steam rooms. He looked behind him when he heard Raul curse from the bathroom
stall. He needed to get out of there. The fire exit had an alarm bar on the handle and he recalled from his
previous games at East High that the locker room was adjacent the spectator stands and the parking lot beyond
them. There weren't any bushes or cover to speak of. He heard the toilet flush, and he made his move.