A couple of days after the "lecture," Steve is walking around campus after school as football trials commence. "Row after row of typical meatheads," Steve thinks. That is, until he sees the tousled black hair and spiked bracelets of Jack, the school's resident goth, standing in line. His mind starts to go to work as he approaches the towering Senior and crosses his arms.
"You've got a ton of balls for someone who wears makeup, Jack." Steve snaps, much to Jack's embarrassment. "You know they're going to make you do pushups in there right? You don't want to break a nail, fag."
With that, Jack composes himself and clenches his fist, only to take a deep breath and calm down. "Whatever, Steve." He says in his soft voice, never making eye-contact with the underclassman.
Slightly disappointed by a lack of reaction, Steve leaves in a huff and heads toward the front of campus when an odd haze seems to fill his head. He ignores it at first, but soon feels almost dehydrated and heads over to the water fountain to get a drink. "Fuck..." He mutters to himself as he takes a sip, only to look down and notice his nails have turned black. He tilts his head slightly, examining his fingers when he feels an intense pressure in his stomach, sending him straight into the bathroom next door.
With a loud groan he lifts his shirt up, only to see his skinny torso starting to tense and contort, his shirt sleeves beginning to tighten as his shorts start to strain. "AAHGG... FUCK!" He yells as he falls against the wall as his chest begins to bulge out, his torso hunched as abdominal muscles begin to rise from his stomach, his biceps inflating and beginning to stretch his size-S sleeves to the limit as his shoes start to tighten, eliciting groans of pain from Steve. His thighs begin to expand as he rips his shirt off in pain, exposing his growing pecs and lean abs as his forearms bulk up, his neck thickening slightly as his shorts' buckle bursts, allowing them to slide down onto his shoes as they break open to reveal growing feet. His skin becomes pale while his hair darkens to black, holes appearing in his ears that soon fill with silver rings and bars as he shuts his eyes, groaning in pain as his butt inflates with muscle and his calves expand. Gothic patterns begin to wrap around his biceps and over his chest, black eyeliner appearing on his eyes as his hair recedes slightly, pulling into a short black mohawk as rings appear in both nostrils.
Steve manages to open his eyes as the haze seems to clear, stretching himself out as the thought of football tryouts begin to fill his head... he steps out of his shorts and toward the mirror, his body refined by years of sports and weights, plump pecs and chiseled abs with thick quads and ripped biceps... gotta make sure they find someone as good as him for the team this year. As he admires himself in the mirror, his torn shirt reattaches itself and reshapes into a black sleeveless vest, his shorts lengthening into baggy zipper-clad gray cargos as his shoes meld back together and lengthen into tall black combat boots, spiked black cuffs appearing on his wrists and a vial of blood dangles from his neck... he smirks into the mirror and gets dressed, looking himself over in the mirror before he heads outside and straight for the football trials.
As he passes by the line into the gym, he catches Jack walking away from the tryout lineup, looking rather forlorn. "What's up, dude?" Steve says to Jack, their heights now matching. "Weren't you just in line for the tryouts?"
Jack sighs. "Yeah... I guess I'm just not the football type." He says as he looks up at Steve with a confused face, trying to figure out if he's ever seen the guy before. "Wait... who are you?" He asks, puzzled.
"I'm on the team," Steve says with a smile. "And you're coming to the front of the line."
With that, Steve grabs Jack's hand and pulls him into the locker room, then into the gym where the first batch of tryouts are taking place. "He's a friend." Steve says to the coach, who gives him a nod of approval as Jack heads into the lineup. Steve and the rest of the team look on as Jack easily keeps up with the rest of the prospective players and even bests them when they're out on the track. It's no surprise that Jack's name is on this year's roster, and Steve played alongside him for his first game of the season.