Rafael looked at James, then back at the two faggy twink boys his two best friends had become. He couldn't think. He had to make a choice, but he couldn't concentrate. He didn't want to be gay, he knew that, even though his sexual feelings had already changed. Since his transformation had been halted by James, he was now bisexual, halfway between straight and gay. But since he still remembered what it was like to be straight, he preferred it.
James sighed. "Time's up. I guess I'll choose for you."
Rafael snapped his head around and looked at the skater boy. "No wait. I ... I want to be like you."
James' eyebrow rose up. "Really?"
"Yeah, dude. Make me like you." At least then he wouldn't turn gay. Or so he thought.
"Okay," James said, tapping the palmtop he held in his hand. "I'm kinda surprised."
"What? Why? I don't really have anything against skaters. My kid brother is into all that."
"No, not that. I thought you hated gays."
Rafael looked like he didn't understand.
"I'm gay, dude," James said. "And you just said you want to be like me."
"What?!" Rafael exclaimed, panicking. He could already feel the changes continuing, but heading in a slightly different direction than before. Soon he'd be just like James - a gay skater boy.