He thought very hard, the idea of never worrying about bills, about being to fat or thin, to even think or care about anything forever. He sighed saying "that would be the ultimate life, to never worry about anything again..." And began to adjust the setting to inanimate forever. He quickly stripped naked, making sure he was nude so when the change happened, if it happened, he'd need t have to worry about clothing. He pressed the button on the gun, and standing in front of the mirror he saw it shoot a light at him. In an instant he was blinded by a hot white light, and after it was gone he looked into the mirror shocked him. Instead of his white skin, he now had a rich brown leather tan, covering everything from head to toe. "Holy mpphhh!" He tried to talk again but was only muffled as he saw his mouth was sealed up as well as as his nose and ears. He looked on, seeing now his eyes were a brown color to match his skin.
As he stood there he looked like some kind of zentai suit, except he was a brown leather from head to toe. As he moved around like a weird marroinett another change occured. He slowly began to feel hollow inside, and poking with his leather hand he saw his belly button had disappears as well. He began to feel complete hollow inside, his mind somehow working, even though there was nothing but a rubber bladder inside of him. He saw on his side the words "Wilson" and "inflate to 9 pounds appeared on his side. Touching it, he felt the black lettering indented into his leather side. He felt it, rubbing his fingers up and down the w, tracing its feeling, when he noticed his sides had light brown stitches going up and down the side of his whole body.
As he looked in the mirror he could see the front and back had stitches as well, and looking back to his front, saw white stitches had began to appear in the middle of him. He touched them gently, wondering if they'd hurt, and felt instead his own fingers, his own skin. But suddenly he had no feeling anymore, no thoughts to think of, and just as he looked forward he saw his feet begin to nudge together, his head now bald, as the light shines on his shiny leathery head. He looked back and forth, tilting his head with a creaking leather noise, seeing his body but not having a thought what to do? He looked puzzled as his legs began to merge as well, his bottom torso now one with his top. His hands and arms stuck to there sides, and he tried to pull them up, but they just sank in deeper until they too disappeared
By now he began to look like a leather stick figure almost, with no arms and legs, just one big piece of football leather. As he creaked and groaned with looking and seeing, his feet began to to reach a leathery point. He falls back onto his side, and sees in the mirror that his head has begun to come to a point as well. It slowly forms on top, his head groaning and creaking as he rocked back and forth. Soon a hiss began to fill the room, and his bladder inside inflated, his movement slowing on his head till he lied there still, swelling up like a football. At first his midsection raised a little, his body more retound now, then his chin and neck disappeared in his body, looking more football shape. Soon he laid there rocking back and forth in the wind from his window, as his eyes disappeared into the swelling, with it finally stopping. He shrank down to proper size and with a poof he was transported to an equipment room. He laid there with all the other footballs in the bag, sitting, waiting for a game day. The chronovac appears in the bag, waiting for its next person.