"Whoo-hoo," came a catcall whistle as Sarah exited the Coach's office.
She hadn't realized that the back door led out through the guys' locker room. She rolled her eyes as she turned to face Chad, her ex's best friend, dressed in a towel. Around the corner popped three heads, at least two of which Sarah knew from parties.
"Oh wow," she said, peering around the wall, "I found a whole nest of nearly naked boys."
"See something you like?" Chad beamed, flexing his muscles.
"Oh please," Sarah rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. Chad dropped more than a foot in height. His muscles vanished. He nearly dropped the towel and his mind felt wrong. Sort of hazy. He looked at the mirror nearby. He was a little kid again, no more than ten years old.
