After it was done, Jay collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily. It was better than he could have ever imagined!
"Fuck, that was great," Randy announced. "But man, that really took a lot outta me. You got anything else around here to eat?" he asked. Without waiting for a response from Jay, he opened the refrigerator and rummaged around until he found something. Shrugging, he took the jar of pickles out. Then he began eating one of them. "Fuck, this tastes great," he said, surprised. "It's got this weird zing to it that tastes familiar, but I just can't place."
Jay slowly stood up and watched Randy eat the pickles one by one. A memory flashed through his mind. One where he was the one eating the pickles, and then ... then he changed? Yeah, that's right. He was eating those pickles right before he turned into a ...
His eyes went wide. "Randy, don't eat those!" If Randy ate those, he'd lose all of his sexy muscles! He'd become a twink just like Jay! A swishy lithe flamer.
"Why the fuck not?" Randy asked, after finishing off his fifth pickle. Then it began. Randy felt something shift within himself, causing him to look down just in time to see his normally tight shirt become baggy, as his muscles diminished. "What the hell?" he uttered, his voice cracking.
"Oh no, it's too late," Jay said. He swished over to Randy.
"What's happening to me?" Randy asked, panicking.
"You're becoming a twink, like me," Jay explained.
"How ith that pothible?" Randy asked, now lisping. His eyes went wide. He never ever lisped in his life!
"I ... I think the pickles can turn people into twinks."
"That'th riculouth," Randy said, his wrists going limp. By now, his hair had become styled and had blonde highlights. He even had "guyliner" and an earring in one ear.
"How many pickles did you eat?" Jay asked.
"Five."
"That's one more than I had."
"What are you thaying? That you weren't alwayth a twink?" Randy asked, striking a more feminine pose.
Jay nodded, although he could barely remember what his life was like back then. He knew he used to be straight (ugh) and more muscular than he was now, but it seemed the more he stayed like he was right now, the less he remembered from his previous life. Would the same happen to Randy?
"Whoa, my clothing. It'th changing," Randy said. Jay watched as the pizza boy's (and now he was much more like a boy than a man) outfit changed, becoming tighter to fit his lither twink body.
"Hey, where's those pizzas? I'm hungry," said Todd suddenly, walking into the room. "Who's that?" he asked, pointing at Randy.
"That's Randy," Jay said.