Richard was just leaving his house, when he saw two teenage boys heading up the walk. One of them he recognized as his son's friend Ryan, but the other one ... he didn't know who this kid was, but it was very clear to Richard that he was one of those sissy gay boys that he detested.
"Mr. White," Ryan said. "I'm glad we caught you," he said, internally chuckling at his own joke, which Ethan's father obviously wouldn't understand, since he had no idea what Ryan's intentions were.
"I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to talk to you," he said, walking past Ryan and Ethan. "Or your friend," he added, with distaste in his voice.
"Don't you have anything to say to Ethan? While he's here, you might as well say something."
"What are you talking about? Ethan's not ..." Richard began, but then stopped when he really looked at the gay boy that was accompanying Ryan. He remembered seeing what his son looked like on that awful video, but he figured that it was recorded badly. Now, he was seeing that somehow his son had transformed. No way could Ethan lose that much muscle in one day. He turned towards Ryan, an angry look in his eyes. "What happened to him? How did he change like that?"
Ryan smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know."
Ethan giggled, then said "Oh, Daddy. Once you're like me, it'th going to be tho much fun."
"Like you? What are you ..." Richard began, before feeling what felt like a needle in his neck and blacking out all of a sudden.