As Jake stood there cross-armed, the boy sighed, and even managed a soft laugh.
"Oh, you're one of those types," he said, finally letting go of the door handle and giving Jake a condescending look, "Sure, I'll humor you. Dare."
Jake had been formulating a plan to get the boy to turn him back to normal, but something about his smug tone and dismissive look got under Jake's skin. Raging with new unfamiliar hormones and still half hard, he knew exactly what he should dare this nerd.
"One of those types, huh?" he said darkly, "Well, takes one to know one. I dare you to be unable to wear clothes at school, just like me. Everyone will think it's normal, fuck, they'll think it's SEXY getting to leer at you like you were looking at me, but you'll know the curse is real, and you-"
"Ah!"
Jake blinked. The boy had yelped and fallen forward as the door behind him swung open, and a pair of older boys walked into the locker-room.
"Hey, can you two love birds stop arguing in the locker room and get to class?" said the shorter but more muscular of the two, a bulky senior named Conrad with unruly red hair, "The men have to change for gym."
Jake swore under his breath. He'd been so busy trying to avoid triggering more changes that he'd forgotten he had class. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, though, the freshman boy let out a strangled shriek from the middle of the room. Jake looked back towards him, and grinned. The curse had kicked in.
Where before the boy had been wearing jeans and a loose fitting Tee, he now stood in nothing but a pair of beaten up sneakers. He didn't have much body hair, Jake noticed, and from what he could make out behind the boy's cupped hands his junk was nowhere near as big as Jake's own. Well... not that that was a good thing, considering Jake's own endowment came from the curse. The boy's ass, though, looked just as round and firm now as it had under his pants. Jake felt his dick stir yet again as his eyes traced the boy's figure up and down.
"Bro, you alright?" the taller of the jocks said, bending down to put a hand on the boy's shoulder. Now that Jake noticed, they did look similar, with the same chestnut brown hair and delicate features.
"I...I-" the boy stammered, looking up in confusion at his brother's casual expression.
"I didn't mean to shove you, but damn..." the jock sighed and straightened, turning to talk to Conrad, "Mind telling coach I'm running late? I'm gonna walk Owen to class. Seems like I really shook him up. Oh, and you can come too if you like."
Jake blinked. The jock was talking to him.
"I saw you checking my brother out," the boy said casually, giving the shell shocked Owen a light tap on the ass as if for emphasis, "So feel free to come along if you wanna."
Jake blanched, and furiously shook his head, cursing himself that the jock had noticed — and why was he acting so calm about it? By now the older boy had taken Owen by the hand and was walking out of the locker-room, leaving Jake and Conrad behind.
"I swear," Jake thought he heard the jock mutter as the door swung shut, "what is it with homos and clothes? Seems like all of them are-"
And then, the door swung shut.