Suddenly, as you were on your knees, someone threw a pebble at you, to try and get your attention. "Ow," You say, once you get up again. "What's wrong?" Trina asks. "Someone threw a pebble at me," You answer, and then turn to find that it was one of the football players at your school. 'Fuck it's a jock,' You think.
"Hey loser," he says. "Did your sister dress you as a femboy before school started?" Your face turns red, as you become embarrassed about being laughed at. "Hey, Leave Her Alone," Trina yells. "It's not her fault that she wants to dress like a boy." "You're friends with this crossdresser, Trina?" he asks. "He's way out of your league. Come on, how about I walk you home after school ends." The Jock then goes over to Trina, but she stomps on his foot, with her own by the time he touched her.
"No thank you, Perkins," Trina says. "I don't date asshole Jocks like you." "You, and your girly boyfriend are dead," the Jock says, pulling out a baseball bat, but Trina snaps her fingers, and causes the Jock to fall onto the ground. You then see the football players eyes roll back into his head, while foam comes out of his mouth. "What did you do to him?" You ask, quivering in fear. "I mind-fucked him," Trina answers. "A quick way to attack someone, without touching them. Come on, we're gonna be late." You quiver more, as you begin to follow Trina into the school, hoping that no one else will know what you're wearing.