A while back at the mall, Nick had run off, trying to get away from the soon to be Mexican homie that had been James. His path of escape took him towards the men's restroom, where he took refuge in one of the stalls and tried to catch his breath. He was scared at how quickly he'd lost the only other person who knew what was happening.
As the surfer was trying to figure out his next move, a group of men entered the restroom. Dressed in polos and shorts with tanned
skin and snapbacks, the trio of frat bros were whooping it up about their plans for the evening.
"Brah, that party at Beta Alpha Epsilon is tonight, right?"
"Dude, you bet, and it's gonna be sweet as fuck. Have you seen the ΒΑΕ babes this year? Cream of the crop, man!"
"Excellent!"
The sound of these voices drew Nick attention, causing him to peek out of the stall. This proved to be his downfall, as he caught one look at the well-built frat boys, and felt a tingle come from his crotch. He tried to think of something else, but it was too late to stop the curse from being triggered.
It began in his arms and legs, as the muscles there started to flex wildly. With each pump, they swelled up with new mass, as if he spent hours every week in the gym. But this growth wasn't limited to his limbs, as his feet cracked and popped from size 8's up to size 12's in seconds. In reaction to this change, the material of his sandals began to flow up and over his new feet, becoming a sweet pair of black and silver cross-trainers marked by a familiar swoosh, out from which rose a pair of white athletic socks.
From his appendages, the changes flowed into Nick's torso. With a series of loud painful pops, his spine began pulling upwards, that combined with the growth of his legs raised his height to a little over six feet. In response to this alteration, his abdomen jerked violently, as a six pack punched itself into existence there Suddenly, his t-shirt grew way too tight as his pectorals pushed outward, ripping through the cotton material.
Breathing heavily, the changing surfer braced himself again the walls of the stall as he felt a surge come from his groin. The outline of his enlarged cock pressed up against his suddenly too small shorts, which were also contending the muscular ass he'd also developed. There was soon a tearing sound as a few seams lost the fight against his changing body. His hands pushed against the stall walls, as theythickened up to become a real man's.
As these physical changes were taking their toll on Nick, his mental defenses were being worn down by the new persona growing in his mind. The loud voice of an aggressively hetero frat bro was ringing in his ears, forcing any possible gay thoughts out of his head. New memories of fun times with sorority babes and beer pong with his frat bros rushed to fill the gaps in his identity.
Brown was creeping into his naturally blonde mane. As it did, his hair shortened until it was cropped on the sides, and a gelled-up fauxhawk styled itself on the top of his head. Thin eyebrows grew thick and dark. His jaw popped and cracked as it widened, forcing him to smile cockily. A five o'clock shadow rose up on his new chin and higher cheeks. Nick's gentle brown eyes gave way to a bright blue that seemed ready to party!
His damaged clothes began to rearrange themselves. A collar rose out of his t-shirt's neck. Buttons and matching holes appeared on either side of the former rip, as red flowed over the forming polo shirt, where the proud Greek letters "ΜΑΝ" knitted themselves in gold thread over his right pec. Down below, Nick's shorts widened to accommodate his increased girth, and soon more pockets appeared to complete their change into a pair of tan cargo shorts.
Internally, Nick was losing control to his new self, who had only grown stronger as the surfer's body became a frat bro's. Soon enough, his old gay self was buried under a hyper-hetero and cocky attitude of Mick, proud member of the Mu Alpha Nu fraternity. As he kicked open the stall, a few final accessories appeared on him. A pair of sunglasses now hung from the collar of his shirt, while a snapback popped into existence on his head. Smiling and walking over the other frat bros, his skin gained an even tan.
"Hey, brahs. Sorry, I took so long."
"Nah, it's okay, Mick. You ready to party with the ΒΑΕ babes?"
"You know it! It is time to get lit!"
And with that, the four frat boys left the bathroom, headed for what was sure to be an interesting party...with potential to spread the curse to others!