The class had finally ended, if you could even call it a class. It was mostly everyone poking and groping Jake's muscles the entire time. Everyone but the teacher, that is. Ty returned Jake to the size he was before he entered the class, which was his new 'original' form.
"Now what?" Ty asked Jake, as Jake was putting back on his clothes. Jake seemed to be in a chance, forcing Ty to violently snap his fingers in front of Jake's face. "Hey-hey-hey, did I accidentally remove your brain?"
"H-huh? Sorry Ty. . . I was just thinking about the look on the coach's face." Jake said, followed by flashing Ty a goofy grin. "It was kinda cute."
"What?!" Ty exclaimed, trying to stifle his laughter. "He's old! And uh, a guy."
"He's only 28. And I dunno what I like. I know I liked what I saw." Jake retorted, trying to hide his scarlet-colored face.
"He's fat though!" Ty said, as if he were convincing Jake to reconsider.
"He's uh. . . solid!" Jake shot back. "He's just covered in SOME fat now. He's really stressed from having two teaching loads, and being the coach of most of the sports teams. So it kinda makes sense to be a bit out of shape."
"So you really DO like him." Ty noted, now taking Jake seriously. "He was checking you out too, so he's probably gay or something, so. . . What the hell, why not? What do you want to do?"
"Well. . ."