You realize what's happening just as you feel the changes begin. First, all of your muscles seem to flex and than expand sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. They grow and grow until they are about 150 pounds of pure muscle. Not wishing to suffer the same fate as your friends, you panic, and then run into the bathroom to see what you can do. On the way you find your clothes becoming increasingly tighter. You'd been walking barefoot in a pair if loose, ripped cargo shorts and a trendy white, untucked, button down shirt. As you enter the restroom you fumble with your shirt trying to remove it in any way possible. You're having little success and are shock at what you see in the mirror. The buttons on your shirt are gone, having become more like a white T-shirt, very tight on your increasingly muscular body. With a "rip" both of your sleeves explode into shreds on the ground. Next, you notice that your midriff is slightly exposed as you have grown 5" to now stand at 6'2". You are horrified as the cotton of the shirt seems to become shiner, smoother, and strechier all at the same time. The changes pause and you are now wearing a pure white tank-top made out of a skin tight spandex nylon mix. You try to remove your shirt, but you can't get a grasp on the slippery material. You know the changes have continued when you feel a tingling sensation in your groin. You quickly remove your shorts, but notice no immediate changes. Then it happens. You'd been wearing a plain blue bathing suit underneath your cargos, with a thick white trip down either side. Your trunks are already tight on your newly muscled body. You can feel them becoming even tighter, and tighter, and them seem to recede as they tighten. About half way up your thigh they stop, and start to change into the same silky material as your shirt. You haven’t been paying much attention to your groin, but you soon feel a dull pain down south and realize your new Speedo grows still tighter. They are crushing your 5" member and soon all you can see is a perfect, round bulge accompanied by a lot of pressure. A 1" tall white stripe encircles your chest and now, you tank-top coincides with the blue and white Speedo. You look at your reflection and find yourself clad in nylon and spandex you though only fags wore. You are in awe at your own sight. An extraordinarily more muscular version of you stares back, but something seems to be missing and the changes resume. A warmth sweeps over your body as your skin begins to darken; soon your skin becomes a crisp golden brown, the work of years of perfect tanning. The warmth subsides in the rest of your body, but intensifies into a burning sensation near the top of your right arm. You watch, helpless, as an unseen force draws a perfect tribal armband tattoo on your newly muscled arm. Then you feel a sharp pain in your left ear as it is pierced and a silver hope forms and hangs from your lobe. Next, your feel a tight sensation around your neck. You notice a worn hemp chocker form around your neck. You are absolutely horrified. You are becoming the kind of fag you have made fun of for years, but you can’t help the changes, and you can't help admiring the new you. You face still looks like your own, but it won't for long as you feel your face shift; your check bones become more pronounced and your loose any and all facial hair. Finally, your short, brown crewcut, which you pride as giving you the hard-core jock look, begins to grow until it's about an inch long. As you run your hand through your now "long" hair you hear a squish as it becomes heavily gelled and forces its way up into permanent spikes. The tips fade into a light blond, the bleached look that many of "your" kind sport. You are now desperately trying to stop the changes from affecting your mind, the way they did to your friend whom now enter the bathroom. You don't want to be a queer. You want the life you had just moments before, but it’s to late. Your friends get closer and start to rub lotion all over the exposed part of your body. It's turning you on and you get hard, which is difficult in the skin-tight Speedo. You can feel the queer surfacing in the back of your mind. You make one last attempt to fight it off, but then you concede and realize that your fate is sealed. With no opposition, the new Rafael sweeps in and takes control... He remembers being straight even more so than his friends do, but he doesn't care as his two boyfriends take turns giving him BJ's filling him with unimaginable pleasure. His balls start to pulse and he cums into Sean who gladly accepts it and swallows every drop. You scream "fabolousss..." in perfect pleasure before you and your lovers gather your selves, and had for a party.