"Hey, Kevin, did you put this in my locker?" Jim asked, and then he nearly swallowed his tongue when he
realized he had spoken out loud.
Kevin loomed over him, and grabbed the jockstrap. "I don't give guys underwear," he growled, "Besides this is
only half of an athletic supporter," he fingered the empty pouch pocket, and said, "It needs a cup."
Then suddenly, Kevin wasn't there. The athletic supporter floated in midair for a second, then fell. Jim
caught it. The jockstrap now had a cup.
Chris who had been watching while he changed came strutting over wearing only his boxer briefs.
"What did you do to Kevin?" he demanded.
"N-n-nothing," Jim stammered, "He said I needed a cup for my supporter and uh-?" Jim held up the jockstrap
using his thumb to show the new shiny cup.
"Yeah?" Chris was confused. His hands balled into fists, "Well, I think you need some football shorts to go
with that."
He raised his arm, and swung his fist. Jim raised an arm to protect himself, and a pair of white shiny
football shorts landed on his arm. He chuckled, nervously. Then he started to change into his new gear.
"You new on the football team?" asked a deep voice.
Jim turned around, and saw himself looking at the quarterback Steve Owens.
"Uh, maybe?"
"Trying out, huh? Well, looks like you need a jersey, I might have an ol-" Steve never finished his sentence.
Jim picked up the handsome new jersey off the floor, and grinned. It had his name on the back. He wondered why
Steve hadn't recognized him. He walked over to the mirror at the end of the locker bank, and grinned. The XL
jockstrap and football shorts were skintight on him. He had grown into a muscled hunk when he put them on,
and he hadn't even noticed. He looked at the three open lockers belonging to Chris, Kevin and Steve, and
borrowed some shoulder pads, socks and shoes. He figured he could probably get them by waiting for other
players to be transformed, but then there wouldn't be much of a team left. He headed out of the locker room
and on to the playing field.