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When the blood was drawn, Matty asked for his uniform again. |
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"Sure," said Mitch. "I do this with all the boys on the team." |
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He opened the closet and pulled out a new red and white uniform in a plastic bag. Then some iron-on numerals. |
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"It might be a good idea to try them on," Mitch said. |
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"If they don't fit, you won't be able to change at the game. And the rules say each player has to be in uniform." |
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Matty blinked. "I think they're my size." |
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"I think you better try them on just in case," Mitch said. "If they're too small, you'll be uncomfortable. If they're too big, you'll be tripping on them. You can use the outer office, it's private." |
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Matty was reluctant but he took the uniform and headed out. Mitch heard the latch click locked. He felt mildly guilty as he went into his own office, turned off the light and stood behind the oneway glass panel. But curiosity had overwhelmed him. |
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Through it he could see Matty survey the room, the uniform in his hands. He double-checked the door and smoothed down the Venetian blinds so nobody outside could see in. He put the uniform on the table. Though Matty turned his back to Mitch as he slipped off his jersey, his musculature was apparent. His triceps were massive, and his deltoids were thick round caps. Extraordinary. |
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To put on his pants, Matty didn't bother to untie his sweats. Instead he sucked in his gut and yanked them down. But they caught the band of his underpants and pulled them to his knees. For a split instant Mitch thought it was the trick of the light. But then he was certain, and an electric chill cracked through his body. |
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Matty had the genitalia of a grown man. |
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