"Well, Charmin' Chad, this label says "Toilet Paper", so you're Charmin instead of Charming, heh, heh!" the voice said as a giant hand affixed the label.
Staring in the mirror, Chad watched his tan fade to white and his body bloat outward stretching the plastic wrap. His eyes were dimples in the quilted tissue. He was a new unused roll of toilet paper. The giant put Chad into the first bathroom stall.
"Too bad I don't have to go now, but I'm sure some of your buds will after practice. Wonder how much of you will be left for me to use later?"
Chad just hung there from the paper dispenser with the wooden dowel running through his hollow inner tube. He watched the retreating giant, and figured it might be Raul or Parker or that exchange student what's his name? How could anyone do this to him? Why would anyone do this to anyone? Why couldn't he figure out who did it? He fretted and speculated. At times he convinced himself it was Raul, then Parker, then there was Eddie the team manager, but he wouldn't, would he?
The door to the stall opened. Jay Thompson was standing there naked and dirty. He sat down and closed the stall door. He farted loudly. Then the plopping started.
He sighed, and reached for the toilet paper still wrapped in plastic.Then he got up, and said, "Why waste paper, I gotta shower anyway."
He didn't flush either.
Chad was relieved. Maybe it was a prank, and Jay was in on it. After a bit they would change him back and have a good laugh, right?