Jake’s brother, Chris, looked down at him with concern and asked, “Everything okay?”
Jake, sitting on the bathroom floor without pants, shoes, or socks, desperately wanted to tell his brother everything. How everyone, including him, was slowly becoming gayer, more sexual, and more naked by the minute, how the town’s curse seems to be behind it all, and how someone at this school used it on him to turn the world into this sexy, gay nightmare. But instead of saying anything, Jake balled up his fists tightly and stared with wide eyes at his brother. He also realized that his brother was only wearing his jeans. No shirt, no shoes, no socks. Just jeans. Then, to his horror, he found his own dick responding to Chris’s firm chest and torso. Panicking, he shut his eyes tightly.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Chris said in a soothing voice. Jake could hear his concern though. “Hey, it’s okay.” Chris knelt down beside Jake. He pulled Jake into a hug, despite Jake’s resistance. Chris did not try to do anything more than that.
“What’s wrong?” Chris whispered. Jake closed his eyes more tightly. He didn’t want to answer. Chris wouldn’t even believe him. “Did…did someone hurt you?” In a way, someone had. Jake grasped Chris tightly. The feeling of Chris’s skin against his bare torso seemed to calm Jake down a little. At least, enough for Chris to pull away and look him in the eye.
“Who did it, Jake? I’ll beat them senseless.” Chris’s face was firm. “Tell me, Jake. Who hurt you?”
Jake’s lip trembled before whispering, “I can’t remember.”
This surprised Chris. “What?”
“It was…” Jake hesitated before continuing, “…it was the curse. Someone used it on me this morning. I don’t remember who it was.”
Chris’s eyes grew wide. “The phone call this morning.” Jake nodded. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
“I…um…” Jake looked away from Chris. “I thought it wasn’t real. I hung up on them.”
“Did you answer the question?” Jake shook his head. “So you got both.”
Jake looked at his brother. “You believe me?” Chris smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on the back of Jake’s head. He rubbed it affectionately. Jake found it soothing.
“You wouldn’t have been acting the way you did just now if you were making this all up,” Chris explained. “It’s likely whoever cursed you made you forget who they were.” Chris thought in silence for a moment. “It might be that there’s only one way to know for certain: you have to use the curse on me, and then I will use it on you to remember who he was.”
“What?!” Jake asked in alarm. “I don’t want to use the curse on you!”
“Can you think of any other option?” Jake bit his lip and thought about it.