Joan was a muscular hunk in Mu Alpha Nu Fraternity, yet fot some reason he did not really feel like he belonged here. In fact it felt really weird when he suddenly just “naturally” walked over to the BAE as though he could suddenly recall his “frat” had a party there.
He was also just dressed in a plain white tee, had overly long brown curls like those of a surfer while an angular yet chiseled jaw of a movie star. His eyes dazzled a bright green, yet sparked confusion as to why he was even doing there.
“BRUH! AINT YOU EXCITED FOR THE BABES COMING ALONG?”
Another frat member gestered, hitting his thick muscles and squeezing his biceps. Joan blushed, as his huge member pressed against his exercise shorts as he was on a late night jog moments earlier. Muscular trunks of his legs wobbled in a moment of weakness and big feet on his jogging shoes felt like they were going to fall into the pool any moment. He could recall the frat boy’s name being Carl Ander-something, but damn was he hot!
“Uh...yeah bruh?” Joan slumped his shoulders ane questioned himself, not being accustomed to the frat language as a result of the curse, yet having several new memories so that he could at least “fit in” barely.
“AW COME ON MAN! DONTCHA WANNA THRUST INTO EM?” Carl responded, slumping his thick manly arm over him, causing the weakening hunksicle to slump further down while at the same time-not sure how to respond. Especially since he was gay and liked men.
“I...uh—“
“NO FAGS BELONG IN MAH FRAT!” Mick boisterously came onto scene, with his groupies as they smirked wide with their pearly whites. Gesturing over to Joan as he got into his face and pushed him into the pool with a SPLASH!
“Whoa thanks Bruh! Didn’t recognize that was fuckin’ fag man!” Carl Raised his hand up-preparing for a Hi-Five and-
CLAP!
“NO PROB BRUH! GLAD WE GOT RID OF ONE! WOULDNT WANNA SCARE OFF THE CHICKS!” Mick laughed loudly.
With the sudden jolt-mixed arousal yet betrayal and hurt, as Joan sank into the pool-the curse began taking a hold on him into his new form.
The words “NO ____ BELONG IN MAH FRAT” ring in his head, as his new form wasn’t going to be a fag, but straight.
But to his arousal or possibly to his dismay, he wasn’t going to be a jock or a frat boy as his transformation into a different stereotype begins.