Chad balks as he recognizes Nate, his older brother.
"Coach, I don't see how a new Speedo is going to make me play any better," Nate says shaking his head and lifting Chad out of the locker.
"Oh, that's a special Speedo, Nate. It's got skills of a Nationally Ranked water polo player inside it, and it will convey those skills to its wearer. Plus there's an added incentive."
"Wait, this suit has a player's skills inside it. How did they extract it from the player and how is it going to be conveyed to me?"
"Put it on, and you'll know. It may improve your attention span to," the coach commented.
Nate's eyes grew wide and the bulge inside his Speedo grew huge. He struggled to conceal it. He instantly knew he was wearing Chad and Chad was ranting at him for changing him into a Speedo. Nate didn't say anything. He grabbed his cell phone and phoned. It went to voicemail. Then he called home.
"Can I speak to Chad?" he asks.
There is a pause.
"He hasn't come home? You called the police?" he pauses, "No, I'm not sure. I might. I'll let you know. Bye, Ma."
He looks at the coach, "Okay, Coach what gives?"
"The incentive was going to be that I'd change him back if you have a winning season, but considering," the coach nodded at the bulging Speedo, "I'll let you decide at the end of the season whether or not to turn him back."
"I'm not happy that my brother is a Speedo. How is that even possible? It's like the plot of a lame 1960's TV sitcom, it can't be real. And I'm not happy about this. It's just my brother is ranting not stop at me, and well..."
"That makes you hard?"
"No, the fact the pouch moves as he speaks. It's like its jacking me off?" Nate said helplessly.
"You could just take it off," the coach said.
"No, he's going on about how awful it was hanging alone in that dark dank cold locker. I can't put him back in there. Change him back now, Coach. Or I'm calling the police."