"We gotta find him." James said putting a hand on Steve's shoulder. "We'll make him undo it." he said.
"Yeah." Steve replied, his voice almost a whisper, it sounded far away in his own ears. He couldn't stop staring down at himself. He looked great, better than he ever had, new muscle had formed all over him so fast he almost vomited his guts out with nausea just as Keith had.
He put a hand to his crotch and felt the hot bulge there, smooth beneath the shiny fabric that his pants had turned in to. He thought for a second about the justice of it, that he had mocked Keith and now he had become like him. Worse he was less than a man now.
"Keith?" a voice croaked from behind him. He turned and looked at Adam who was still pressing a hand to the side of his head. "Oh... Steve?" He squinted his eyes and looked closer. "What are you wearing?"
James bent down and took Adam's free hand, helping him to stand up.
"I don't know, he did this to me." Steve said gesturing at himself. "We gotta find him. Stop him from doing this to anybody else!" Steve felt himself becoming.
"Dude... You're wearing a speedo and you look..." Adam smiled, and then his shoulders jerked once or twice as he fought to contain it.
Too late though, his laughter burst out as he looked at Steve. James smiled too, though his back was turned to his friend.
"Ok Barbie. Let's go get him. Then you can get your manhood back too. Hahaha" Adam's wit was cruel and stung Steve to the bone.
"Shut up asshole." Steve said, noticing his voice had gotten deeper suddenly. "Let's go." He turned to leave, James and Adam followed, still smirking.
Peering in to the empty hallway of the school they started to run down the hall in the direction Keith had headed.