I'm confused for a second but quickly disregard it and head out toward back home. What I don't notice is the fact that my hair is changing from a brown to a bright green, the same one on my bowtie. As I'm heading home, I make sure to avoid any incidents because those are the last things I need right now. But knowing just my luck, I run into Chuck when I pass by his house and he wasn't going to let me go by without berating me just a little.
"Hey you fuck!" he screams at me. I try to ignore it and I walk just slightly faster, but it was in vain. He nearly pummels me and I fall to the ground, losing my glasses in the process.
"Hey, loser, you lost your glasses. Here, let me get those for you," he says, picking them up and placing them on his own face. I get up and look at him.
"Chuck, give me my glasses back," I moan, in a tone knowing I wasn't going to get them back so easily.
"Look at me, I'm wearing my glasses," he mockingly proclaims to the street. "I'm a gay queer who goes around wearing a suit everywhere just because I have to be preppy!" This goes on for quite a while.
After he mocks my size and my hair, I start to notice something about him. Is his voice getting higher pitched, or is it just my imagination? I think it was, and also he's starting to get some sort of lisp; it sounds like the kind of lisp a gay person would have. Not only did I notice his new lisp, I noticed that his clothes were starting to change a little bit, but not much. The only thing at first was his boat shoes morphed into purplish-brown penny loafers.
He starts talking again in his high pitched voice, "You know, Alexander. I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you. Would you like to come inside for something to eat?"
Blind and somewhat surprised at his question, I responded, "Sure, I guess..." He leads me up the driveway and through the front door. The first thing I'm met with is the grandeur of his house. From the outside, it doesn't look like much, but it was really nice. I now noticed that Chuck was wearing a royal purple pair of slacks instead of the khaki shorts he was wearing a minute ago, and his socks were rainbow-colored.
I heard his mom from down the front hallway, "Hey, Charles, who's your friend?"
He quickly responds, "Mother, this is my boyfriend, Alexander. You know, the one I've been telling you about."
Wait, I'm not his boyfriend, but my thoughts are becoming blurry. I stop thinking about that as I notice his polo shirt become a bright pink dress shirt and tuck itself into his pants. A brown belt then appeared around his waist. In addition, he loses a ton of weight, except for his in his ass, which fills out his pants, and his hips also start to fill out a little more. I noticed him swaying side to side now as he took steps. Classic Charles!
He then noticed that he never gave me back my glasses. "Hey Alexander, I never gave you back your glasses!" he proclaimed as he handed them back to me. I put them back on so I could finally see again.
"Thanks, sweetie!" I call in a higher-pitched voice. As I say that, the letterman jacket that he's wearing morphs into a royal purple blazer and a purple tie appears on his neck and ties itself. I remember that he was the one who got me into looking more professional when I go out, but then I also remembered I had to get home to check up on my parents.
I...