Dean frantically looked across at Jeff, hoping he would find the solution in time. He looked into the mirror, searching for changes. He didn't see anything... he suddenly felt a tickling sensation on his right hand. He looked down. His fingers were gradually growing longer and thinner. His nails became perfectly manicured. He held it in the air and couldn't believe it. It looked like someone else's hand. He felt the sensation run suddenly down his arm. It grew thinner and its musculature wasted away. It became slender. A rainbow wristband popped into place around his wrist. Quite suddenly, the tingling feeling spread all over. He watched in horror as he became much thinner, his muscles becoming very light. His arms thinned and he couldn't help letting his wrist hang limply. 'Oh my g-', he began to say, and then coughed as his voice went up an octave in pitch. When that finished he tried to say it again. This time his whole way of speaking had changed. He couldn't say it normally. He sounded gay. He tried to ask Jeff for help but couldn't speak because of the strangeness of his voice. His clothes changed, shrinking to his smaller size and then getting tighter too. He looked at himself in the mirror. His trousers had become tight skinny jeans and his t-shirt had become a loose halter top, showing how the definition had vanished from his chest. The last thing to change was his head. He watched his face growing slightly more angular, cuter, with bigger eyes and fuller lips (blowjob lips, said a new voice in his mind). The hair on the back and sides of his head shortened to a fade while it grew longer and perfectly styled on top. He knew what had to come next. Gradually his memories changed. He was gay. He was a prolific slut who loved nothing more than being fucked in the ass. Dean the new gay kid lived for gay clubbing and never wanted to change.