Chad shrugged and shoved the white tank top, blue boxer shorts and gold chain into his backpack.
At 4 PM he dutifully was in the field house, and changed into his new wardrobe. He thought he looked
ridiculous and was afraid his too-tiny boxers would split their seams. As the bell tower chimed four o'clock,
the bling on the gold chain started to glow. It felt suddenly very cold against his chest. The ground seemed
to drop out from under him for a moment. He blinked. The world shifted. He was a head shorter at least. The
small size boxers and tank top hung loosely on his body. He stared at the dark hairs covering his arms and
legs. He was blonde. He ran his fingers through his hair and felt bare scalp. He was bald? Or balding? He
needed to find a mirror. There was a men's room in the field house and he dashed over there to see what was
happening to him. When he came back out, he was shaken. He looked down at his clothes. Maybe he would change
back if he put his own clothes on. He ran back to where he had changed. His back pack was gone. His clothes
were gone. A small pair of pants and a short sleeve shirt lay on the dirt floor next to a pair of size six
shoes and socks.
Chad put them on quickly, and dashed out of the field house.