"Fine, whatever," Ben said, tearing open the pastel-colored packet, then swallowing all of the powder inside. At first, nothing seemed to happen, just like he expected. But then, he felt strange. Different. If only he had read the label on the packet first, then he probably wouldn't have swallowed it. Both Ben and Tony hated gays with a passion. Nothing turned them off more than those swishy limp-wristed fag boys, acting all effeminate and sassy, dressed in tight revealing clothes, and hitting on boys, wanting them to actually fuck them. They were sissies and perverts, and they were just begging to be beaten up. But now all that changed. Because both Tony and Ben were exactly like those guys.
Tony waited for Ben's change, then smiled when it happened. Ben looked at Tony, then licked his lips. "Like what you see, honey?" he asked Ben.
"Do I ever," Ben said, with his new effeminate and higher-pitched voice. He approached Tony, then wrapped his arms around him and pulled him towards him. A second later, their lips were locked in a passionate kiss.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt," the voice of the clerk spoke.
The two new gay boys stopped making out and turned towards the clerk, who looked slightly embarrassed. They thought it was kind of cute. The man was a little too old for their tastes, but it looked like he took care of his body. At a younger age, the man was probably quite the stud.
"Did you find any costumes back there, honey?" Tony asked him. They still needed costumes for the Halloween party. They still intended on going.