Seething in his steamy cleats, you didn't have much choice to endure the ride back to his house. You tried pushing out the sock blocking your exit, but with such unsteady ground, you only succeeded in falling face first into the fabric and getting a mouth full of leftover sock sweat, which wasn't a pleasant experience to say the least. Eventually you gave up the fight and decided to wait until Mark reached his destination. On the way there you could hear cars rushing by, and thought about your own car, the one that would be sitting in the parking lot for the weekend with no one to drive it. Later you heard a door creak open, it seemed Mark had finally made it home.

Mark opened the door to his empty dorm room. Being part of the football team meant he was able to secure a good dorm easily, and the best part was he didn't even have a roommate. His clothes scattered the floors and there wasn't anyone to hold him accountable. He had the whole room to himself, and an entire weekend with the fairy to himself. 

"Alright let's get you out of there..." You could hear rustling in the bag around you. Finally freedom from this cave was in reach. Light poured in along with fresh air as the sock blocking your exit was removed, you hadn't realized just how bad the steaminess in there had gotten until you were free from the stale air. 

"Took you long enough idiot- now get me out of here!" In a desperate attempt to sound powerful you yelled at him, but from someone who was fairy sized... it wasn't much.

"Calm down dude, it's not that big of a deal. If you can't handle ten minutes in my bag then you really shouldn't have signed up for this. It's alright though, I'll make you into the perfect mascot in no time." Mark winked at you as he said this, which only made you feel worse. 

"I don't want to be the perfect mascot! I want to go home! As soon as I'm back to normal size I will find a way out of this, so it's better to not even waste your time on me." You try sounding confident, but your self esteem was incredibly shaky at this height, and the ridiculous fairy costume wasn't helping.

"Once again dude, you really shouldn't have signed up for this. Did you even read the contract you signed?" Mark moved to the other side of the room and started rummaging in one of his drawers. 

"Well I- uh..."

"Yeah that's what I thought. You're locked in little man, you're not going to be normal size again until the end of the season, all of this was written in the contract, did you seriously not even skim it?" Marks words were painful, but true. The counselor had sold it to you as a magic way around the "sport rule" and you'd signed up for the position nearly immediately, not considering that having to sign a contract was maybe a red flag.

"No... I just kinda thought this would be a way out of having to deal with sports." You felt defeated saying this, realizing just how oblivious you'd been.

"Well I guess I don't know how else they'd get anyone to sign up to be the mascot, pretty precarious situation you got yourself in I gotta say." While Mark said this you saw an evil glint in his eye and he pulled something out of the drawer he was rummaging through.

What is it?