Chad entered the field house and quickly stripped off. Taking a moment to examine his body, he donned the trenchcoat. It was made of black leather and reached down past his knees. Nearly touching the ground, in fact, being several sizes too big. A large hood hung from it's back.
Chad laughed aloud. He was a pair of reflective lenses away from looking like a pervy rendition of The Matrix's Neo, with this stupid coat hanging from his shoulders. However, Chad's laughter was short-lived.
Suddenly, the coat wrapped around Chad's naked body, tripping him to the ground. It twisted around his chest and legs, transforming his figure into that of a long leather worm wriggling on the floor. The excess length folded in on itself to cover the jock's kicking legs, sewing itself shut.
"Hey! What the fuck!"
Chad tried to pull the coat off with his powerful arms, but soon found them being sucked into the it's pockets. They tightened around his fists and sealed themselves shut. Rolling on the ground and completely helpless, Chad begged for help.
"Is anyone there!? Come on, I need some help he - MGRHhhh!"
No sooner had Chad begun his plea that the hood of the coat pulled itself over his face, and the collar popped up to join it. Struggling as they fused to mask his face, Chad was now completely cut off from the outside world, unable to see, hear or even feel his surroundings. All he could do was squirm and moan as he awaited his fate.