For the past few days, Evan (the real Evan, that is), had been screaming out mentally, doing everything he could to disrupt the things his body had been forced to do. Until now, it hadn’t done anything, but when he realized that he was only minutes away from losing himself forever, he was able to push out, grabbing whatever he could to regain control of himself and pull his life back together. But, to do that required compromise, and the life he grabbed ahold of wasn’t exactly what he imagined.
First, Evan knew he didn’t want to be stuck as some old man, so his first goal was to get back to his original age. Concentrating as hard as he could, he willed the decades of fat, hair, and wrinkles that his current body had to disappear. Skin smoothed out and regained its youthful texture, his wild beard and thick body hair fell out while the hair on his head lost its gray and reformed to a neatly trimmed style, and pounds upon pounds of fat simply melted away. Soon, Evan was more-or-less the teenager he had been days before; a muscular eighteen-year old young man in his prime.
At this point, the spirit of the curse pushed back, demanding some kind of compromise from Evan. First, it decided that living in a trashy trailer park suited him. If Evan wanted to be a teenager again, fine. But, he’d have to be a filthy, white-trash, gay redneck teen, at least until he was insulted and transformed again.
Panting from the exertion required to pull himself back, Evan didn’t notice the first changes moving through his body. The muscles he’d earned through his first transformation shifted, transforming from the buff muscles of an athlete to wiry, lean muscles more befitting a laborer. His hair remained somewhat short, but lost much of its smoothness and body, becoming messy, dull and greasy, as though he hadn’t washed it for weeks. Speaking of which, Evan’s body began to give off the musky odor of a white trash teen who didn’t bathe regularly. After all, it was hard to find time to wash up at the trailer park he lived in. The spirit considered taking away some of Evan's long and thick cock, but decided against it; after all, a bigger dick would give him a bigger stink, right? Swampy balls and sweaty pits would be a regular occurrence for this new Evan.
Evan’s mind stayed mostly the same. He was still gay, he still remembered his curse and its terms, and he remembered the things he’d done to both Curtis and Robbie over that past few days. However, the things he’d learned in school over the course of his life became muddled and harder to recall, as if they’d been locked away deep in his mind. Evan was still himself, just a bit… dumber. Between his new appearance and loss of intelligence, the curse felt like it had done enough to settle Evan into his new life as a gay teenage redneck.
Evan felt a moment of dizziness as his surroundings seemed to fade and warp around him until he found himself somewhere new; he was in the kitchen/living room of the double-wide trailer where he and his family lived. For what it’s worth, this new trailer was cleaner than the last one, but that wasn’t saying much; clothes and garbage were still scattered everywhere, and the musty odor of ‘too many people living in too small of a space’ filled the air. As if on cue, one of the doors of the trailer burst open, and his mother stepped into the room.
“Evan, git yerself dressed and git to school! Yer the one who says yer not gonna drop out, so the least you kin do is not be late!” His mother drawled out in a thick redneck accent. Even still recognized her as his mother, but she looked wearier and trashier.
Evan was still coming to his senses, so he could only nod and grab the nearest clothes, settling on a t-shirt and some ragged jeans. To his disgust, he realized the t-shirt had a design that combined a Confederate flag with a Gay Pride flag, creating a bizarre “Southern Gay Pride” design. Dressed in an outfit just screamed not only “Gay” but also “Dumb Redneck”, Evan stepped outside into the trailer park and pondered his next move.