Kyle wasn't enjoying study hall. He didn't bother asking to lie down, he just found a seat and put his head in his hands.
He looked at his hands. They were smaller and more feminine. He threw his head down to bury it in his arms. Now his sensitive nipples were touching his shirt.
His balls itched, but he couldn't feel them touching his boxers anymore. "What's the point," he thought. "She's going to change me then fuck me and I have no way to change that."
He raised his head to look at the clock and saw Todd sneaking in a glance back. Excited that maybe his friend could help, Kyle waved for Todd to come to the back. Making sure the teacher wasn't going to care, he did so.
Sitting down, Todd patted Kyle on the back, "'Sup, man?"
Recovering from the blow (which wouldn't have fazed him yesterday), Kyle rubbed a sore chest which had hit the desk and stuttered in disbelief. "Todd? Just. What do you mean - 'sup, man? You trying to be funny?"
"No, what's the fuss, you're looking cute today."
Kyle stopped himself from slamming his hand on the desk in frustration, leaving it hovering, trembling, for a second before putting it down - and hissing "I don't want to be cute I want to be captain of the football team. I don't want to be growing tits and I don't want to be a girl."
Todd was leaning back in his chair, now. "Well looks like you aren't getting your wish."
"Is this you wanting to be captain?"
Leaning forward and putting an arm around Kyle, Todd continued with genuine concern. "No, it really isn't. You'd have been a good captain and definitely would have made the spot."
Shrugging off the arm, Kyle simply asked his friend, "Then why don't you care what's happening to me?" But as soon as he said it, he remembered. Jen made that part of the curse.
"Dunno. Just don't." Todd brushed the long hair out of Kyle's much more dainty face. "Gotta get back to studying. Bye!"
Kyle sat there feeling sorry for himself until the lunch bell rang.