Chad's view of the Field House vanishes. He can feel rough canvas touching his body. Everything is dark. He struggles inside a bag, and it gets brighter. His movement seems to have activated a light. He struggles to get the bag open, it's been cinched tight with a drawstring. The drawstring! Chad finally manages to stretch the opening wide enough to push his blue rubberized body out of the bag. It's an equipment. He's in the equipment room off the locker room. It has a motion detector light. He looks around at the stuffed equipment bags, and shelves of equipment. On the shelf nearest him is a football helmet with it's bar-code inventory sticker clearly visible. As Chad steps out of the equipment bag, he notices a flash of white on his leg. He bends down and it's a plastic bar-code sticker like on the other equipment. There's a bar-code reader in the towel cage, maybe that will explain what's going on.
Chad walks tentatively toward the door, he still feels really weak. He's not sure how he got here from the Field House. Possibility one, he was teleported. He wouldn't give this any stock if his body didn't seem to be made of blue latex coated foam rubber. Possibility two, he must have passed out, and someone put him in an equipment bag, and brought him here. When he came to, it seemed like he had been instantly transported. He reached for the door knob, and slowly turned it. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He started toward the towel cage, but paused. Maybe he should shower first? Maybe this blue stuff will just wash off? Chad can see the bar code scanner sitting in the cage window. It's only ten feet in front of him The locker room seems deserted. It's after 4:30 PM, the clock on the wall indicates. The football practice will last until 5:30 or 6:00, but the cross-country runners may start straggling in any time after 5. He isn't sure about the water polo team's schedule. He grabs the scanner and maneuvers it until the flashing red laser light seems to have read his bar code, and the computer pings. Chad has to bend down and reach through the small window to manipulate the computer monitor until it's facing out of the cage so he can read it.
His jaw drops. There's a photo of a blue dummy. It's anatomically correct. Is he he tackle dummy with arms, legs and a dick? Or maybe wrestling? Or maybe a CPR dummy? He clicks on the equipment log. The dummy has been used for the last two years by all the different men's teams, and Health Class 102, too. Health Class One Oh Two? That's the Sex Education class. Chad doesn't remember ever seeing a blue dummy before, but then his memory seems like Swiss Cheese right now. It's all full of holes.
He grabs a clean towel from inside the cage and heads to the showers. No matter how hard he scrubs, his skin is still blue. He towels off and heads to his locker. At least he can put some clothing on. He opens his locker, and...