Gemotions

The coach clapped his hands, the sound echoing in the cavernous gymnasium. "Alright, Jackson, we need you to try something new. Cornerback isn't working out the way we hoped. We're putting you at offensive tackle." Jackson grinned, a wide, gleaming slash across his face. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his muscles humming with energy.

He imagined the linemen he’d be facing, behemoths in their own right, and the mental image sent a thrill through him. The idea of trading in his speed and agility for raw power was intoxicating.

"Sounds like fun," Jackson drawled, his voice a low rumble. He flexed his biceps, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He already envisioned himself pancaking opposing defensive ends.