The exit door opened and the black coach entered the locker room.
Jon swiveled away to hide his erection. He couldn't let the coach see. He tried to focus on baseball to get his body out of sex-mode, but his erection continued to strain the fabric.
"Madison," the coach said, growling. Literally. He growled like an animal.
Jon looked over his head and saw the coach open his mouth to reveal rows of pointed teeth, like fangs. He was some kind of monster!
"You pathetic little bitch, Madison," the monster coach growled. "You think you got what it takes to be a great swimmer? Too bad you don't have the balls!" He laughed. It was a deep, evil laugh.
Jon felt a tightening in his crotch. Suddenly, there was more room in his swimsuit. With sickening dread, he knew what had just happened.
"Oh, that's right, bitch," the monster coach said. "No longer a man, not yet a woman." He reached out a hand, now a threatening claw, and stroked Jon's long hair.
Jon couldn't take it anymore. He shrieked, his voice now high-pitched. He jumped up, erection be damned, and ran for the door.
