After the twinks unstrap you and allow you to get redressed, you take the spray bottle (not really thinking about it) and put it into your backpack that was somehow on the floor. Then you leave, thinking that you got off easy. For a moment there, you thought they were going to do some sick perverted gay thing to you, like force you to have sex with them, or something. But instead they made up some sort of cockamamie story about a mind control spray or some shit. Well, whatever. At least you're out of there. But those twinks better watch out if you ever meet them again.
But the thing is, the twinks did do something to you. That mind control spray was real. And now, you are unknowingly on your way to change all of your other homophobic friends into total dumb gay beach bunnies, just like the twinks that captured and tied you up.
Checking your smart phone, you see that school is about to start. "Shit," you utter, then quicken your pace. Running through the school's main entrance, you almost collide with a group of students heading to class. Being the jerk that you usually are, though, you don't apologize. Instead, you run straight to your locker. And that's where you meet your best friend Jim. He's a jock, so he's muscular, and he's got brown hair and blue eyes, and usually wears baggy shirts and comfortable jeans. But after you spray him, that's gonna change.
"Dude, where have you been?" Jim asks you.
You drop your backpack right in front of your locker, but instead of opening your locker, or answering Jim's question, you take the spray bottle out and immediately spray Jim in the face, causing him to fall asleep, but remain standing.
Seeing that he's in a deep trance, you then begin to reprogram his mind, according to Ricky's instructions.