"For your transformation I'm going to make you mine." Kyle laughed into the phone. "See, for all you make fun of me, I am gay. And honestly, you're kind of hot."
Jake felt heat rising in his cheeks. "I'm going to pound your face for that, you little.."
"I don't think so." Kyle cut him off. "So here's how it's going to work. Your orientation is going to change to gay, and you're going to be irrevocably in love with me. But there's a problem, you're a senior, I'm a freshman and honestly, I'd prefer someone my own age. So you are going to go back to your fourteen year old self and be a freshman along with me. Actually, there is one thing more. I prefer my guys with a little more hair than you have, it probably won't really show up until you're older, again, but I can wait."
Jake tries to yell into the phone, but already it felt like a fog was gripping his mind. "Ok, Kyle, I'll see you at school." Half of him couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth, he sounded happy, almost excited.
"Sure thing." Jake heard the click of Kyle's phone being hung up, and turned off his.
It was then a wave of pain over took Jake, bending him double as he gripped his stomach. He ran as best as he could back upstairs and into his room, looking at himself in the mirror. Already some things were off He was shorter than before, his pants barely able to stay on his shrunk waist. Just as we was about to reach down to pull them back up, his pants a boxers fell down to his ankles. He pulled off his shirt to get a better look at himself.
He was proud of how much muscle he had put on during his years with the football team, but it was fading before his eyes. His six pack turned into barely a four pack as his pecs receded to the point were you could just barely call them pecs. His penis receded a couple inches back towards boyhood. His face became softer, his jaw becoming more rounded as some baby fat returned to his cheeks. He finished by loosing another few inches, going backwards through the growth spurt he had between freshman and sophomore years.
He felt a slight tingling, his pubes beginning to grow up his stomach into a faint treasure trail. He was never hairy at all, but he definately had more than he did the first time he was fourteen. Hell, he had a bit more than he did when he was seventeen just ten minutes ago.
The room about him seemed to shimmer for a moment, there wasn't much changed, it did seem like a younger teen occupied it, a few more childish things appearing. But he did notice one change, his posters of models were gone, replaced by half dressed guys, and some not even dressed that much. To a still quickly diminishing part of his brain he found horror in actually being attracted to those pictures. Soon that part of his brain was snuffed out completely. He remembered everything, his old life, but he didn't care. Kyle did this for him, and he couldn't be mad at him, well, not too much anyway.
He went to his closet, not really surprised to find all his clothes changed to fit him and pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt, and sneakers. Grabbing his back pack he ran out the door.