Jake's mind was racing. It kept flickering in between thoughts of his old life as a seventeen year old football stud and the now fourteen year old scrawny gay boy he had become. All he knew is that he had to get to school and find Kyle. Once he found Kyle, everything would be all right.
He raced downstairs looking for his car keys. Then it hit him. He was no longer old enough to drive. The realization spread over him that his black SUV muscle car no longer existed, and (gulp) he would have to ride his bike to school. Slowly he shuffled to the garage where he found his bike, and put on his helmet. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he felt like a little kid again. Then he remembered, he was a freshman, and not a senior.
"Just get to school," he thought, "find Kyle and everything would be alright." Jake was uneasy and happy at the same time to realize that the mere thought of Kyle, he had started to get hard. He quickly set off for school. Once he arrived, he parked his bike at the bike racks with the other freshman, and went to search for Kyle.
However, as he made his way from the bike racks to the lockers, he saw his former teammates and buddies gathering at the senior steps. Jake’s mind was having another battle with itself. The old Jake wanted to run over to them and beg them to help him find a way to transform back into his former studly self. The new Jake knew that if he even dared to speak to them, then he was in for it. After all it was only yesterday that he was leading the gang picking on freshman. Unfortunately for “new” Jake, the “old” Jake won out and he approached his former friends.
“Guys, you have to help me. That little faggot..”
“What do you think you are doing Freshman disturbing us?” said Jon, Jake’s former best friend and star linebacker, “I think this little freshman faggot needs to be taught a lesson about his proper place in society.”
Jake found himself surrounded by his former friends. One of them yanked the back of his underwear lifting him off the ground and giving him a killer wedgie. Jake squirmed and kicked his legs. The jocks carried him over to a near by trash can.
“Well, faggot, lucky you. Looks like the janitor forgot to empty the garage last night. Dang that smells. Time to get you ready for school. Prepare to go dumpster diving.”
“Stop, stop.” Jon lifted Jake and dumped him upside down into the awaiting trash can. The jocks then laughed, and high fived each other as they walked away. Slowly, Jake climbed out of the trash can covered in yesterday’s lunch. He then…