Feeling weird about the whistle, not understanding how any of this could have been happening to him, Chad decided that it was best to
ignore the ring. In a way, having the beard and the fuzzy ears was kinda cool, especially since he never let himself grow his beard out. Chad
always felt it was best for a guy like him, both as the Quarterback of the High School football team and the Captain of the Water Polo team, to
have a clean shaven face. For a long time, Chad prided himself over his boyish good looks, but now that he had the beard on, he felt more like
the man that he knew he was. Since Chad had blown the whistle not once, but twice and had very unexpected results each time. Chad thought
that someone, anyone but him, would be able to have heard the call of the whistle, but was disappointed each time. To Chad, the idea that the
whistle could have been the cause of his recent and sudden changes to his physical appearance was preposterous, but it was still a nagging
thought in the back of his mind.
Man... I don't know what the hell is going on here, but I am going to get to the bottom of this once 4pm rolls around! I don't think I
should blow this whistle any more, just incase something else happens to me because of it!
As the day went on and the other classes, including lunch period, came and went, Chad got all kinds of reactions. Some of the guys
around the school complimented him on his thick, but short beard. Even some of the girls, who had never looked at him before, smiled and
giggled as he passed by. Chad couldn't believe how much having a beard changed things and he was really beginning to
like the idea of it. Even as the day went by, it went by pretty quick, quicker than it had ever seemed to, but all the while Chad's mind was on the
sound of the whistle. He thought and thought about blowing it again, seeing what else the whistle would do to him, if it really was the cause.
As he thought about hearing the sound, even though it was loud and it seemed to hurt his ears, Chad realized that there was something about
it that made him feel... good! Chad found himself wanting to hear the whistle sound again and decided that he would blow it
again later, after school, while he waited for his secret admirer at the field house. He knew that this way, no one would notice anything
different about himself and he could go about his business as he pleased. Knowing that he was going to get to hear the sound again, Chad
clutched the whistle to his chest tightly, pressing into the cleft between his pecs through his shirt and reminisced about how the sound made
him felt. Until that moment, Chad didn't realize that the whistle actually had an energy about it when it was blown! Chad knew the thing made
him feel good, but he never really remembered feeling anything actually happening to him when it was blown. For that reason, Chad felt his
body longing for him to blow the whistle once again and Chad promised himself that he would feel good again soon... very soon
as he looked at his watch and saw that it was already 2:30pm, with one half hour left to go before the school let out and everyone started to
pack up and go home... including the majority of the staff!
During the last half hour of the day, in his gym glass, all of the students were given a half hour to do whatever they wanted. They could
play catch, dodge ball, volley ball, badminton or just hang out. Their gym teacher, who was also the Football Coach was a very relaxed and
free-spirited type guy. The thing was, Mr. Sinclair made everyone vote on it unanimously and he wasn't surprised when all of the students,
including Chad, shouted out "hang out"! Mr. Sinclair just smiled his pearly white teeth, which Chad noticed that his bicuspids were
slightly longer, pointed and sharper than most. Noticing this got him curious and Chad decided to approach Mr. Sinclair just to talk to him
about that and whatever else decided to come up through conversation. As Chad walked toward Mr. Sinclair, who was just hanging out on the
pulled out and wooden bleachers, he noticed that a few people were watching him intently. Karen Sinclair, along with his buddies Mike, Mark
and Carl were all watching him with curiosity, wondering what he was going to Mr. Sinclair about. While they all knew it really wasn't any of
their business, they were all still curious, just as older teenagers were!
As Chad approached Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair was oblivious to Chad's advances as he was buried in his paperwork, either for the class or
possibly stuff for the next and closely approaching football game. Chad knew that this would be the perfect time to startle him and possibly
even scare him since he was never taken off guard. As Chad was within feet, he called out to Mr. Sinclair, hoping for a shock.
"Mr. Sinclair!" Chad almost shouted!
Mr. Sinclair looked up with a smile, but without so much as a twitch and greeted Chad. "Yes Chad, can I help you?"
Chad just looked at him, disappointed that even that didn't catch him off guard, but Chad didn't show any of it. "Oh... no, not really. Since
we have this little bit of time as free time, I just thought I would come over and chat with you about stuff."
"What kind of... stuff Chad? Mr. Sinclair replied, looking interested in what the boy had to say.
"Oh... I don't know... just stuff. I mean, I have been your Quaterback for some time now and no one, including myself, has ever really
gotten to know you. So, I thought that this would be the perfect opportunity for us to shoot the breeze and see what I can learn about you."
Chad replied, slightly embarrassed especially since he was being so cavalier about it all, while scratching his head, not really knowing what to
say.
"Well... that is awfully nice of you Chad, but I tend to keep to myself and not really get involved with people outside of my personal circle,
which is mostly comprised of my family." Mr. Sinclair responded genuinely, while waving to his daughter who had looked over toward the two
of them at that second.
"Oh... well... don't you think I would be part of that personal circle Coach? I mean, I have been playing football for you since before I was a
freshman here and now I am in the beginning of my senior year. If you do the math, we would have been working together for the past three
and now going on four years. Hell, you have invited me over to your home a few times to go over new plays and get my opinions on them.
Don't you think I would be a part of that personal circle?" Chad asked genuinely.
Mr. Sinclair smiled his toothy smile. "Yeah, I suppose you would be right! Hell... never in my years have I ever seen a guy like you play so
damned well! Believe me when I say this, I have been coaching football for many, many years and I have never seen talent like yours. The way
you move, the way you throw and just everything about you tells me that you have a bright future ahead of you in football!" Mr. Sinclair said
with fervor and finesse!
Chad smiled and his face reddened, slightly embarrassed to hear that since he definitely wasn't expecting to hear any of that from him.
Seeing Chad's reaction, he smiled and gave Chad a slight sideways hug as Chad sat down next to him on the bleachers.
"So... what would you like to know about me? You can ask anything you want about me since... like you said, you are in my personal
circle!" Mr. Sinclair said warmly.
"Ok... cool!" Said Chad, not expecting to get a free ticket into his life. "So... I just noticed, when you asked the class about what they
wanted to do, that your bicuspids were unusually long and sharp looking. So... I was wondering, have they always been like that or...?"
"Heh... these old things?" Mr. Sinclair asked as he felt his teeth, exposing them more for Chad to see perfectly, realizing they didn't look
that different after all. "I have had them all my life, well... since adulthood. Just like any kid, I lost my baby teeth and got my adult ones. I guess
they are slightly longer and sharper than most, but hey... everyone is different from everyone else. In fact, yours don't look any different from
my own."
Chad felt his own teeth with his fingers and his tongue and realized that he was right. Chad could remember from the day that he got
both of his adult set of bicuspids that he enjoyed how long and sharp they were. It made any tough meats that his dad prepared for him pretty
easy to cut through. Now that he thought about it, his dad even had teeth like him and Mr. Sinclair's.
Pulling Chad out of his reminiscent stupor, Mr. Sinclair spoke again. "Anything else you would like to know? You should make it quick
since there is about five minutes left till the end of class and you still have yet to change out of your gym clothes!"
"Oh... um... what are you working on... different plays for the next game or something?" Chad asked hurriedly.
"Yeah... I guess you could call them that!" Mr. Sinclair said with a smile.
"Oh... well I was just wondering because I have never seen plays written out like that before!" Chad replied genuinely.
"Well... I like to write things out, give myself time to think about things through and through before I draw them up. Most people think I
am a visual thinker with how well our plays go over, but the secret to our success is this first step!" He said as he closed the folder and kept the
files out of Chad's sight, preparing to end the day as well. "Don't you think you should get going, I mean there is about another minute before
the bell rings!"
Chad smiled and shook his head no. "Nah... I am staying late today. I have my own car and driver's license now, so I can do pretty much
whatever as long as I am home by a certain time or my parents know that I am staying at a friend's house or something. Besides, I got this
whistle from a secret admirer and they asked me to meet them in a secret location in about an hour from now, so I am going to take my time
and just hang out here."
As Chad pulled out the whistle, Mr. Sinclair looked at it, studying it for a second and smiled. "Well... that sure is a nice whistle! Is that pure
silver?"
"Yeah... whoever sent it to me must have paid a pretty penny for it!" Chad said with a beaming smile.
"Yeah... I am sure they did Chad! Well... I gotta run and take care of a few things before I head out. If you need anything from me,
anything at all... I will be in my office in the locker room and just come and ask for it while I am here... ok?" Mr. Sinclair said with a warm smile.
"Sure thing Coach!" Chad exclaimed.
With a smile from the both of them, the bell rang dismissing students for the day. Mr. Sinclair quickly disappeared downstairs and Chad
sat there for five minutes longer, making sure the locker room would be empty, except for the Coach so he could use the whistle once more.
He could feel his body begging and urging to hear the sound again, but he couldn't really understand why it was such a big deal, even though
it made him feel really, really good. Once the five minutes were up and he was reasonably sure that everyone was gone, Chad
hurried down into the locker room and checked everything out. Chad took his time, slowly walking through the entirety of the locker room and
made sure that not a single person was there to see him change... if he did. Even the thought of it was weird to Chad, but that whistle was he
only thing he could think of that would make him grow a beard and get fuzzy ears like he did in that short time. As Chad moved through the
locker room, he went to see if Mr. Sinclair was there and to his surprise, the coach was no where to be seen! Chad knew that this was definitely
the most perfect opportunity that he had. Chad increased his pace, going through the rest of the locker room quickly, but stopped at his locker
when he noticed a piece of paper that was folded in half taped to it. At this point, Chad had scoped out the locker room and no one was
around, especially since he knew that his locker was at the very end of all of the lockers in the center of the last room with them. Not knowing
what was really going on anymore, Chad just shrugged his shoulders. Taking the note off the locker, he unfolded it and noticed that it was
another typed up note so not to give away who actually wrote it. The note read: