Dave quietly tried to sneak back the way he came as quickly as he could without making noise. He had to get out of here and definitely didn't want to get any nearer to that jock dude with the messy hair and the big ole dick. So gross, he had to get out of here and figure out what had happened to his foot and cure this somehow.
He bolted down the hall, seeing the disgusting jock on the floor that had did this to his foot, now a size 12 and with hairs sprouted from it. Dave thought quick, it briefly flashing through his panicked mind that he could always try to shave that off his foot someday but that he really just wanted it back to how it was before. Plus 12 was too big, how was he going to tell his parents he needed new shoes too? He shuddered as he bent over to pick it up, not wanting to risk further transmission from it (eww, what if he got hair on his hands), but thinking he would need it for a doctor or scientist to cure him and explain what happened.
It was hard to think straight but he did make it down to the end of the locker room and open the door, which closed shut behind him. Shit! This was the weigh-in room, not the exit; he turned to head back out and the door had locked behind him. Nothing in here but wrestling gear, a heavily used couch, a big mechanical physician-grade scale, computer and bathroom off the side.
Dave went into the bathroom and flipped the switch. "What the..." he said, his stomach hitting bottom and his adrenaline spiking when he heard his voice come out lower than usual. His face was all scruffy with the fur of a teen in the advanced throes of puberty; his first thought was that he looked like some sort of beast or like he was a junior on the team. 'Nooooo' he said, tears coming to his eyes.
He ran out crying and buried his face into the couch in sobs as he fell belly down on it, even his sobs upsetting him as they sounded so much more manly and apish and ungraceful to him. 'uh huh huh huh, UH huh huh huh' he sobbed, upset even more at the very sound he made.
This went on for about 10 minutes after which he was finally cried out and coming back to normal. The door was locked, he was stuck. There had to be something he could do.