"A girl? No, that's not what I was thinking," Ty said. "I had something more fun in mind."
"Pleath, Ty. Pleath don't do thith." Dustin slapped his hand across his mouth. When he removed his hand, he couldn't help but let both that hand and his other hand hang limply from his wrists. "What'th wrong with my voith?" Not only was he talking with a lisp, but his voice was much higher in pitch.
Ty smiled. "A girl, no. A fag, yes."
"No, pleath. I can't be," Dustin said, horrified.
"Yes, you can. And you're going to like it. And your boyfriend is going to like it too."
"Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend. I have a girlfriend - Thindy."
"Not anymore. Cindy doesn't date gays."
Suddenly, the stall door opened and out walked Carl, looking less confused.
"Oh, let me fix some of those tattoos for you," Ty said, replacing the "I Love Diapers" tattoo with "I Love Dustin". He made it so that Carl got the rest of his tattoos because he's an art student, and a big intelligent flame, not a jock and a big dumb jerk. Ty also gave them both back their fully matured digestive tracts and bodily functions. It was fun while it lasted, but having them constantly pee themselves might get old after awhile.
Carl looked at his changed tattoos and wanted Ty to give him back his old ones, but as he looked down at his lanky body, his mind shifted. Why did he want his tattoos changed? They were perfect the way they were. He looked up and smiled over at Dustin, then wrapped his arms around the bigger boy, hugging him tightly from behind, resting his head on his shoulder. He loved his boyfriend so much.
Dustin was shocked. Carl really thought that he was his boyfriend. He wanted to fight this, but knowing the power that Ty had, he knew that it would be impossible. If Ty wanted Dustin to be gay, then he'd be gay. There was nothing he could do about it. Except maybe beg.
"Pleath, Ty. Don't do thith," Dustin plead.