Not knowing what else to do, Jake headed to his locker. The curse was real! It was fucking real! And now he didn't have a dick or balls anymore! In their place was a fucking pussy! His head was spinning. What the hell was he going to do?
When he got to his locker, he slumped against it, but then straightened up when he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He spun around and saw Mark standing there. "Oh ... Mark. You wanted the cologne, right?"
"No, I don't want your cologne. I want you," Mark said, moving close and trying to kiss his friend.
But he got pushed away. "Dude, what the hell? Stop it. You're not gay," Jake said, recalling another part of the curse, the one about him giving off pheromones to attract other guys, whether they were gay or straight or whatever.
"Yeah, I'm not gay," Mark said. "But I'm so gay for you," he said, with a smile, as he leaned in towards Jake again, apparently not caring if anyone else saw how he was acting towards his friend.