Hypnotize Brendan to make him think he's a cheerleader

"Hypnotize him into thinking he's a cheerleader. Watch me," Chet continued. "Brendan, you're not a football player for Northtown anymore. No, you're a cheerleader for Northtown. You love nothing more than shaking your ass and waving your pom poms on the field."

Brendan simply nodded along as Chet continued.

"Your name is now Brenda and you're the girliest bimbo at Northtown. When you aren't on the field, you spend all of your time at the mall shopping and making sure you always look hot..." Chet trailed off, unsure of what else to add.

"Oh! And you love to wear high heels, short skirts and low-cut shirts to show off your enormous rack!" the running back, Andrew, added.

Chet chuckled and rolled his eyes at Andrew's comment.

"Remember all that, Brenda. You're a cheerleader." Chet finished.

"Now what?" Andrew asked, the expectant eyes of the other players asked the same question.

"Now, we go and borrow a costume from the theater department storage room, something suitably feminine for 'Brenda', and we have fun after 'she' awakens. Come on," Chet said.

"All of us?" another player asked.

"Shouldn't one of us guard him?" Andrew asked.

"Nonsense, he's tied up, he won't be going anywhere and he won't wake up until I tell him to." Chet said. "Let's go."

The other players shrugged their shoulders and followed Chet out of the room, none of them realizing that the loud bang from the locker room's door being shut would result in Brendan falling out of the trance. His unfocused eyes suddenly focused and started darting around the room.

"...What the hell? Where am I?" Brendan asked. "And ugh, what happened to my voice?"

Brendan tried to sit up, but realized that he was restrained. Or rather Brenda realized that *she* was restrained.

"Am I tied to this bench? In the boy's locker room? At Southtown?" Brenda tried to search her memory, but the rush job that Chet had done left pretty sizable gaps, that necessitated in reimagining Brendan's own memories. "They kidnapped me so I couldn't cheer at tonight's game! Those bastards!"

After struggling to untie herself, Brenda resorted to the only tactic left, screaming for help and hoping that Chet and his cronies didn't return too soon.

"Help me! Help! Anyone? Please help me!" Brenda shouted.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room burst open and who should burst in but...