Kyle skipped to the bus stop, where the usual gang was standing waiting for their ride. The school bully, Brad, was there and did a double take when he saw Kyle skipping up, dressed like he was going to a gay pride march.
"Holy shit," Brad exclaimed. "Looks like Kyle here got in touch with his inner self, and she was a fag!" Brad laughed, taunting Kyle. "What's the matter, little sissy fag boy gonna cry?"
"Actually," Kyle started confidently, "I have a much better idea. Transform or dare?" He asked Brad, looking him directly in the eye.
Brad was thrown off by Kyle's utter confidence. "Uh, what?" he asked, suddenly feeling unsure of himself. He laughed, he wasn't going to let a flaming queer get the upper hand. "You gay pervert freak."
"If you don't choose one in a minute, you get both," Kyle warned, unconcern. He felt so good today, finally coming out of the closet and being free. Yet the part of him that was the old him that still remained was so embarrassed he could die, but that part wasn't in control any more, he could only watch - as if he was living someone else's life... helpless and impotent.
"Yeah, whatever, you queer," Brad mocked, then grabbed Kyle's school books and threw them all over the road.
"You've wasted 30 seconds, Bradley," Kyle said calmly. "I suggest you pick those books up and choose, and I'll go easy on you.
Incensed, Brad grabbed Kyle by his silky pink collar, pulling him close with a sneer. "You don't want me to wipe that pretty boy grin off your face, I'll mess you up bad you fucking faggit."
Kyle's grin only broadened. "15 seconds left. I thought you were going to kiss me, Bradley."
Brad threw Kyle down, enraged. He was about to beat the shit out of him when Kyle said, "Time's up, you get both."
Brad stopped in his tracks. He didn't know why, he just stood there, and listened to Kyle. There was somethink in the other boy's voice, a confidence. Brad figured he must be messing with his head or something.
"For your transformation, Brad, I think it's only poetic justice to transform you into a sub dumb gay bottom androgynous pussyboy himbo always hungry for cock."
Kyle stopped speaking to enjoy the show. Brad gasped as suddenly his muscles started deflating. His muscular, 6'2 frame deflated, until he was a scrawny 5'7. His clothes hung off him, then started to reshape into what looked like a cross between a teenage girl's pink fashion dream and an emo's wardrobe of choice. His clothing was a combo of small brown leather jacket, a pink tank top, red leather pants with pink hearts on the knees, and black girl's leather boots. He had red lipstick on his now cutly feminine yet boyish face, and long emo hair pushed to the side but still in his eyes. The hair was auburn instead of black, with blonde highlights. He wore eyeliner and mascara around his striking green eyes. Gone was his square jaw, stubble and muscles... and as he felt his crotch through is pants, he groaned with pleasure as his cock and balls shrank smaller and smaller, until they were two and a half inches hard and looked more like a little boy's than a teenager's. Gold hoops with hearts appeared in his earlobes, and he found himself gasping as he looked at Kyle in a whole new light... the boy was so cute, that just the sight of Kyle made him cum.
Kyle smiled. "For your dare... I dare you..."