There she was, Stacy, the most popular cheerleader on campus. Tom eyed her lustfully for a moment before
remembering what he came for. He reached into his pocket and held the potion in his fist. He was nervous.
Would it work? Would the illegal bottle of transformation liquid work? He was counting on it. Their breakup
had been violent and he needed revenge more than anything. He took a deep breath, going over the plan in his
head, and walked towards Stacy.
"Oh, its you," she said with a scowl. "I told you I never wanted to see your poor ass again."
Tom fought the urge to talk back. "Stacy, I'm sorry for what happened. I...dammit. Could we...could we talk
outside please? Privately?"
Tom could see Stacy thinking it over a little before finally agreeing.
Once outside, she turned to face him with a stern look on her face.
"Tom," she said with a sigh, "I know we had some good times together but after what happened I...I just
couldn't do it any more."
Stacy continued to talk but Tom wasn't listening. Stealthily, he prepared a knockout solution at an outdoor
bar and handed her the drink laced with the solution.
Within minutes, Stacy collapsed on the ground and Tom was well on his way to the remote cabin, with her in the
back.
Tom was sweating now. This was the moment that defined his plans. If the transformation potion worked, his
revenge would be complete and Stacy would be a chicken. He removed her chicken costume, and her clothes
underneath, and tied her to a chair in the upstairs bedroom. Looking at her again, he remember all the good
times they had together; all those nights alone with her, having the best sex of his life...
Tom forced those thoughts away and focused on the plan. She had broken up with him. He heard a moan as she
finally awoke, and realized where she was.
"What the fuck?! Tom! What is this?! Help! Someone please help!"
Tom quickly sealed her mouth shut with tape and set about explaining his plan.
"Stacy, we both know our relationship was a healthy one. We both know you broke up with me for that rich
bastard." Leaning closer to her face he continued, "I know you once loved me bitch so I'm going to make you,
and by extension him, pay. If I can't have you no one can."
Stacy began crying and screaming. Tom smiled as he pulled out the potion. "Oh you are going to have a bad
night."
He uncorked the bottle and splashed it on her legs with one word, "drumsticks."