Rick finally headed back to his locker, and took Chad off. He looked around, and being sure he was alone, he held the suit in front of his face between his two hands.
"Okay, Chad, let's see if you learned your lesson about being where I tell you to be when I tell you to be. When you change back, there will be a bag of clothing with an address written on the bag. Put on the clothes, and then run to the address. You need to be there before 7 PM," Rick said. Then he hung Chad in the locker, and closed it.
Chad must have dozed off, he awoke when his feet hit the metal floor of the locker and his head hit the back of it. It only took a few seconds to open the locker door from the inside. Chad was proud that he was getting good at this. The bag was in the locker too. It was a pretty small bag. As feared, Chad found the contents equally small. A pair of socks wth rubber treads, skimpy singlet that exposed his belly and something of a cross between a Speedo and shorts. Iron man gear, perhaps? He dressed in the dim light of the seeping through the high locker room windows, in the otherwise darkened locker room. He made his way to the exit, and blinked as he exited the dark building and stepped into the sodium light from a nearby lamppost. He looked down and grimaced, the clothing he had mistaken for orange was in fact pink. He looked at the bag. The address was miles from school. It was chilly, so he stretched briefly and started to run.
He didn't recognize the street or house, but he could hear the church bell tolling seven as he rang the doorbell and knocked on the door. Chad was drenched in sweat.
The door opened it was Bruno.