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I walked into the locker room as the last of the college football team left. You see I actually go to class with most of the jocks, but in my free time my job is to clean up after the jocks had been training, and I also had to put their things in their personal little area. To mock me they of course all just threw their things on the floor so I had to go around and clean everything up. When I was done cleaning for the day I stood looking at a poster of a very muscular jock in full outfit. Out of everything in this world I wished I could be a jock I would even trade my wits for it! Then I looked over at the nearest football suit and thought.