Jake swore under his breath, and turned back towards the door, steeling himself to walk back into the hallway with his junk out in the open air. If the curse wouldn't let him wear any clothes, he wasn't going to let it get to him. As he turned towards the door, though, he saw a boy, a freshman it looked like — he didn't know his name, anyway — staring at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. The kid was looking down past Jake's face, and Jake found himself instinctually shifting his hands to cover his dick. The kid blushed, and looked up guiltily.
"What are you looking at," he growled, and the boy flinched.
Fuck, he thought to himself, I thought the curse stopped people from noticing anything out of the ordinary. Was he checking me out or something?
"Stay away from me you little faggo-"
Oh shit. Shit, shit shit shit, no!
Jake bit down on his tongue, wincing as his teeth struck the metal of his piercing, but it was too late. He felt a tingle spread across his body as the curse took effect. He clenched his eyes shut and waited for it to pass. When he felt normal again, he carefully opened his eyes, and turned to look at his reflection in the polished metal of a locker.
He looked the same, although maybe his haircut was a bit neater, and his build a tad leaner than before. Was that just his imagination? Sure, the curse could change his body, but surely it couldn't make him fucking gay. He looked back towards the door, where the freshman boy was still standing frozen, cheeks red and smooth, chestnut brown hair looking soft as it fell over his hazel eyes, T-shirt clinging to his slim boyish–
Oh, fuck.
(Change recap:
Rounder ass
Bigger feet
Longer cock
Bigger balls
Piercings (tongue, nipples, cock)
Gay as hell)