Jake was so busy focusing on whether or not the curse had turned him into a homo that he almost didn't notice when the freshman across the room turned to leave. He might not have noticed at all, if his eyes hadn't immediately been drawn to the tight round shape of the boy's ass under his jeans as the boy turned away.
"W-wait!" he called out, snapping out of his reverie. The boy turned, cheeks beet red and one hand still on the door handle, and looked at him warily. At least he wasn't running away, so now Jake could...
Could... what? Jake's eyes were locked with the boy's, his dick feeling warm and needy as it slowly hardened in the open air. Clearly the freshman was gay, so maybe– No! No, he wasn't gay, not *really*, he must need this kid for some other reason.
"Uh, I just wanted to ask you," he managed, trying as hard as he could not to think about his still half-hard dick wagging in the open air, "Whether, uh..."
As he groped for an answer, it suddenly hit him: the curse. The curse! If the stories about the town curse were true, then *he* was the one in control of it now.
"Transform or dare!"
He blurted it out before he could even process whether this freshman boy was the right person to use the curse on, before he could even plan what he'd tell the guy to do. In front of him, the boy's eyes went wide, whether in confusion or disbelief Jake couldn't tell.
"Well?" he said, crossing his arms and somehow managing to look confident even with his junk on full display, "You have one minute to choose."