Jake came to school early, that was for sure. But not because he wanted those two fags' dicks (although, in the back of his mind, he did think about them). He wanted those two fags' heads ... on a platter. At first, he didn't think that that Transform or Dare was real, but after the morning that he was having, he was starting to believe that the curse that he thought was just bullshit was actually real. More than once, he tried to put some looser clothes on, but every time he thought about doing it, he suddenly didn't want to. He didn't hear the curse, but he had a feeling that that was part of it, as was his constant lisping. Another part of the curse must have been his inability to stop masturbating. Even now, as he walked towards the school, his hand was stroking his stiff cock in his tight pants. He really hoped no one would see him.
He got to school before either Jessie or his fag boyfriend Tom showed up and waited for them in the music theater room, thinking that that's where they probably would be that morning. And a few minutes later, he saw that he was right.
"Oh wow," Jessie said, walking into the room, his arm around Tom. "That curse worked out better than I thought. You look pretty hot right now, you know that?" he asked, smiling.
"Cut the crap, fag," Jake said, seething. "You're gonna pay for what you did to me."
"Oh really?" Jessie asked.
"Yeth, really," Jake said. He turned towards Tom and said "Tranthform or Dare."