Sean fidgetted nervously with the erection in his basketball shorts as the football team crowded in. Flushed and sweaty from a grueling workout, the largest football player looked at Sean and gave him a predatory grin, surprising Sean with another unexpected erection. "Well, if it isn't the fag. I didn't think we'd be seeing your face in here again, Darren,"
Fag? Sean thought to himself. But, I like women. And did he call me... Oh, God.
Looking at himself in the mirror again, Sean realized he was now in the body of Darren, and the events that transpired since he put on the headset all came flooding back to him. That means that the guy behind him must be Brody, the captain of the football team. Sean felt a strong hand on his shoulder over the tanktop he was wearing forcefully spin him around. Brody looked at him with a dangerous fire in his eyes.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, fag." Brody threw a punch that caught Sean in the face, sending him to tears as his vision filled with stars and he fell to his knees. "Awww, is the faggot gonna cry? Well maybe next time he should listen when the team tells him to quit. We can't have a fag crying on the field, now can we, boys?" Brody was answered with several guffaws from the brutes behind him.
"Now," Brody said, "get out of here and don't EVER make me tell you again or you'll be walking out of here with worse than a black eye."
Sean stumble to his feet and raced out the door, clutching his head. What was happening to him? Why was he getting hard watching other guys? Was he turning into Darren?