As Jake walked closer, he began to notice even more changes and differences between the man and his ex boyfriend. First of all- his twinkish boyfriend was always the bottom cause he was skinny. But clearly the man...and kinda hot one in fact, had a large wide back exposed to the eye can see. Jake secretly wished the man would flex those muscles.
Secondly, Danny did not have peachy skin or freckles on it. As he noticed the peachy caucasian, sunbaked and red, that the man spotted. A definite red head as he noticed tons of freckles on his skin alongside tuffs of orange hair coming out of his pits-Danny definitely shaved his pits...did he?
Nextly, while the man did wore the same purple coloured berms as Danny. His butt was massively hard and firm...he could tell from the looks of it-especially since he and Danny did it more often than not. From afar, it felt like A straight ass that never have been pierced...even going so far as to say it hates being pierced! But he could be wrong right....?
Unfortunately, while the curse gives new memories, makes people blind and can even remove some old memories of former couples-even ones that have not been infected just of yet.
As such, he proceeded towards the man, not even realising the hair bristles on the sides and back now spotting a completely orange hue as they got shaved off-sparing the top. With both of his ears now un-pierced and far larger than expected.
As he tapped the six feet 5 behemoth, he turned around slowly, as those bulging muscles inflated larger as he FLEXED his guns, now finally accentuating those broad shoulders and traps he longed to see-too bad it ain’t for homosexuals.
His exposed legs constrained at the bermudas-now as short as shorts, swelled to big trunks of muscle. As they were firm from rodeos and wrangling animals on the farm. Feet definitely a size 14, as they burst out the purple sneakers size 7s he used to wore.
“Becca Sh-ure is hot ain’t she?” Danny turned around, in a heterosexual trance, revealing his dumb chuckle and flush on his face, buck tooth spotting his front two teeth and now he had a cleft chin instead of the round one.
Jake can only watched in horror as the woman behind him, whom he-for some reason knew it was Rebecca, despite completely looking different and now being a southern belle. She kissed Danny on the cheek as he could only drool in lust and or lovez
-SLAP!
“SNAP OUT OF IT HUN!” Jake slapped the huger and now-older male, shouted at the top of his lisp but no avail as Danny just came down from heaven. Becca looked annoyed but being the now dumb but seductive southern belle she was, she proceeded back to kissing Danny.
With that magic, Jake watched as the matching sneakers-aside for his being size 10s-shifted to black steel toed country boots, perfectly fitting his size 14s as new white coloured socks covered his manlier toes. His bermuda shorts stretched all over his buff-country fag stompers, rolling up at the end as it supported his trunks firmly. Turning white with black spots, sporting a nice pair of cowboy jeans-fit for the occasion.
His groin plumped up, even larger in size and girth than the old danny as his balls churned with his new red head country serum, shaved pubes exploding back into a red bush, as his skimpy briefs loosened up to a pair of country-styled boxers, appropriate for a big man like him.
The words “Totally straight” ended up materialising out, into gold bling as the words shifted to Faggot Basher as the purple seeped into plain grubby white, devoid of unicorns or rainbows or any kind of sinful fun. An XL size as it hugged his bowling ball sized pecs which Becca gropped lustfully but lovingly, trailing downwards to his cobblestone eight pack as a brief orange treasure trail could be seen before the tank stretched downward and covered it.
Becca gropped his member as he let a large drawl “YEEHAW!”, his voice new completely southern, deep, husky yet now somewhat intimidating. Becca loved how his neck bulge was so big...and how his lower bulge was much bigger.
The rainbow coloured belt he used to wear turned into a black leather belt with a huge oval shaped, silver belt buckle. As she traced her man’s back, she slid on a leather cowboy vest over his shoulders and completed his bodily look with a single cross necklace. He smiled, feeling a mixture of bliss and his new faith.
The final transformation took place as Becca kissed the man tightly, his cleft chin completely burst out cockily with a tight but dumb grin. As manly stubble and fuzz appeared over his lips and under his lips-growing a full length beard for an older male.
His red head finally stopped over onto a ceaser’s cut, as his nose pushed out and broadened. His eyebrows thick and fierce as his eyes blinked a steely but hardened green, a manly man like him can no longer tolerate the fag disturbing him and the gal he’s chatting up as he PUSHED Jake onto the floor.
“WHAT IN TARNATION ARE YA DOIN TOUCHIN MEH?” Dan snapped out of his trance, spat at the homosexual in front of him, got up and punded his left fist into his right palm. “No fucking faggit messes wit Dirty Dan!”
With that bellow, it drew the attention of everyone, including the gospels and the Hawthrones as they stare in disgust of the faggot in their midst. Jake backed off and cowered, now afraid of the transformed man.
Dan was about to pound his...well, “Danny’s” ex boyfriend, before Becca kissed her big strong man on the cheek and he was in his dumb trance yet again-completely obedient and entranced by Becca.
“Aw don’t worry cowboy, Ah know jus what ta do wit fags like him~” Becca leaned in closer to jake, frightened at the fact that his lesbian friend and now the boyfriend he loved so much turned into homophobic, hypocritical , Southern Christian ranchers.
Yet something caused him to respect da woman who was creeping onto him, as she whispered into his ears. “Ah know just what turns gays straight~”