Chad struggled to fit into his old clothes, but they were way too big. He walked over to the bag that Clyde left him. The outfit on top was a girl's cheer leading costume. He dug deeper in the bag. Some pink lycra and spandex athletic apparel were in the bag. He started to mix and match. His old t-shirt hung loosely on his smaller frame. He tried his sweat pants but he kept tripping on them. If he had a scissors, he could turn them into cutoffs. No scissors. Pink spandex shorts fit fine. His loose shirt hung over most of the pink.
Then Chad heard applause. He turned toward the darkened bleachers. Someone was watching.
"Bravo, Chad! Or should I shout Brava? Clyde's right, I bet you'd make a hot chick. And Clyde all studded out, is physically hotter than you ever were. Now what should we do about you and Clyde. Put things back the way they were? Is that even possible? Wonder if a dick was stuck in your twat while you drink your blue essence, if you'd turn back into your big hunky body but still be a pussyboy. Bet if we extract more of your essence you could be the hottest girl at the prom," said the hidden speaker in the stands. Their voice was distorted as it echoed off the metal walls and ceiling in the empty field house.
Chad trembled uncertainly. Footsteps could be heard descending from the top of the bleachers.
As the silhouetted figure approached out of the shadows, Chad stood defiantly.
"Strip," ordered the approaching shadow.
"What?"
"Gotta see up close what I've got to work with," said the voice. It sounded more familiar as it got closer but the field house acoustics sucked.
Chad needed help. He wasn't sure if this person could but he didn't feel comfortable the way he was dressed anyway. So he pulled off his shirt and shorts. Chad was naked again, as the figure emerged from the shadows. Chad recognized....