James opened his locker, and was a little surprised by what he saw. He could have sworn that he had worn boxers today, but they were nowhere to be found. Instead he found a pair of white briefs. He began to think that maybe the other players had decided to play a prank on him. Still holding the briefs in front of him, he looked around to see if the prankster was watching for a reaction.
When he looked, though, he didn't see any of his team mates watching him, but what he did see seemed strange.
Chris, the team's catcher, was leaving the showers, but for some reason he had an oversized towel wrapped around his chest, instead of the customary one around the waist. Behind him, still in the shower, several of his other team mates were still cleaning up. At least, they looked kind of like his team mates.
Someone that looked like Danny, their best pitcher, was washing what looked like long dark hair, which seemed odd for a man that a half hour ago, on the field, had a short crew cut. Next to Danny was George, the first baseman, who was sitting on a stool, shaving his legs for some inexplicable reason.
As James kept looking around he was shocked to see a woman appear around the corner of his row of lockers. Her figure was kind of tomboyish, with short blond hair, and was dressed only in a small towel wrapped around her waist, her small, perky breasts jutting out for all to see. She went up to the locker of Sam, the team's left fielder, and began to access its contents. James was about to say something to her, but instead found himself turning back toward his own locker. Try as he might, he no longer could do anything other than his normal routine.
Out of the corner of his eye, James noticed that the previously white walls were now a shade of light pink.
