'Transform,' he said, his voice dripping with malice. 'Jen, have you ever heard of a bear?'
'Like the animal?' I asked, confused.
'No, your dumb bitch. I'm referring to the term used to describe big hairy gay men.'
I rolled my eyes, ready to hang up on him. But before I could, a searing pain shot through my entire body, and I blacked out.
When I came to, I was no longer in my bedroom. I was in a small, dimly lit bathroom, completely naked. I looked down at my body, and my heart stopped. I was no longer the young, vibrant cheerleader I once was. Instead, I was a 55-year-old man, with a receding hairline and a body covered in coarse, gray hair.
I screamed in horror, but the sound that came out of my mouth was deeper, more masculine than I could have ever imagined. I stumbled to my feet, feeling the weight of my new genitals between my legs. It was a strange sensation, one I never thought I'd experience.
I made my way to the toilet, trying to adjust to my new body. As I sat down to pee, I felt a warm stream of urine escape my microscopic penis, missing the toilet entirely. I cursed under my breath, feeling utterly humiliated.
I cleaned up the mess and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were drawn to the bulge in my pants, and I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of curiosity. I reached down and touched my tiny cock, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I was shocked by how good it felt, and I couldn't help but moan.
My libido, which had always been dormant, suddenly kicked into high gear. I found myself drawn to the shower, where I began to stroke my new dick. As I did, I imagined my ex-boyfriend, Lance, behind me, fucking me doggy style. I moaned loudly, my body trembling with pleasure as I came, my tiny cock shooting a surprising amount of ejaculate.
I washed myself off, feeling both disgusted and exhilarated by what had just happened. What the hell was I going to do now? 'Jasper, honey it's almost time for you to go to school!' My mom shouts.