Jeff sighed, then said "I guess I'll have the pickles. It's not really breakfast, but ..."
"Here ya go," Marc said, giving him the jar of pickles (which, thanks to Jay, was only about half full).
Jeff opened the jar and took one out. "Wow, these are huge," he said. And after taking just one bite, he immediately looked at Marc, saying "I think this is the best pickle I've ever tasted. It's got a weird kind of zing to it that I can't really place. Where did you get these?"
"Oh, I grow them myself."
Jeff then continued to eat the pickle he had, then a couple more. And before he knew it, the entire jar was empty.
"I guess you were hungry," Marc chuckled.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I was." He felt satisfied, but ... there was something else too.
"You ate almost as much as Jay did," Marc said.
Jeff felt odd.
"I'm sure you'll change in much the same way," Marc said.
Jeff looked at him. "Change?" Didn't Blake say that Marc changed Jay? Could it be that Blake was telling the truth? He looked back down at the empty jar, then back up at Marc. "Did ... did you drug me or something?"
"Oh no, nothing like that."
It was at that moment when someone entered the kitchen. Jeff did a double take. At first he thought it was some twink, but then he realized that it was Jay! "J-Jay?" he stuttered. "What the ..."
"Jay, when I said get dressed, I didn't mean just put on your underwear," Marc said. Jay was dressed in the same solid pink metallic thong he wore the night before, and nothing else.
"But thweetie," Jay pouted. "Don't you like it when I wear thith?"
Marc smiled. "Totally, babe. But I think you should still put more on. I'm planning on going into town today and I want you to come with me. You can't go dressed like that."
Jay groaned, then said "Okay, fine." Then he sashayed out of the room, limp wrists and all.
Marc turned his attention back to Jeff, who was already well into his transformation. His body was much more lithe and effeminate, and his clothing was now tighter and more revealing. His hair was longer and styled and Marc could even see some light make-up on his face. Nothing to make him look like a girl, but just something to make him look fresher.
Jeff stumbled away from the table, the chair he was sitting on falling on the floor. "No ... I'm not ... not gay ..." But his feelings were telling him the opposite. He could already feel himself changing, in his head. He was starting to have sexual feelings towards Marc. He loved that the man was checking him out and wanted to ... "No!" he yelled with a burst of defiance. "I won't let you do thith!" he yelled, cringing at his higher-pitched lisping voice.
"It's already done," Marc said, smiling.
And with that, it was. Jeff stopped struggling against the change and he opened his eyes, looking adoringly at Marc.