Coach Mark frowned when he found Coach Sinclair's gym bag upended next to the bench. Walter had been at it again. He finished locking up the natatorium, gym and locker room, and then headed over to Walter's home to confront the old man.
The doorbell rang. Walter looked testily toward the door, and stepped back inside Chad.
He went over to the door and opened it. Coach Mark was on the doorstep.
"Walter, we have to talk," Coach Mark began.
"So you've come to your senses and decided to let me have your body?" Walter asked.
Mark rolled his eyes, "Not that again, old man!"
"Oh, come on, you know want to do it. To be able to see around all day and eat and drink as much as you want. Just say it. Say, "I want to swap bodies."
"Walter, I am here to discuss you taking Coach Sinclair's stuff. But if it will make you listen to me, I will say it, "I want to swap bodies with you, Walter."
Walter grinned evilly. The weird golden idol on his fireplace mantle started to laugh.
"What the-urp!" said Coach Mark, as his body began to swell. Walter standing opposite him seemed to shrink and become more muscular. Chad could feel himself shrinking as Walter's waistline shrank. He was startled as he noticed Walter's sour body odor become a sweeter woodsy scent. He stared out at the horrified Coach Mark whose clothing seemed to be growing to accommodate his ever growing girth.
"I-I c-c-can't believe it!" panted Mark out of breath as his body swelled and aged simultaneously,
"Believe it, old man," said Walter as his pale skin took on a darker tanned hue, "You agreed to swap bodies, now you're stuck with mine until you can find another sucker!"
"Another sucker?"
"Sure, you don't think I always was Walter do you?"
"Huh?"
"Why do you think I keep stealing Coach Sinclair's gear?" the man in the Speedo said, as he pulled open his waistband to check his equipment, "Nice I'm circumcised now, I do hope you were a grower. Walter's not, what you see is what you got."