Stacy Foster leaned against a tree in the middle of Chesapeake Park, leering at a young woman jogging by (the woman was wearing spandex shorts and a sports bra, and she filled them out very nicely). The woman looked uneasily towards Stacy, then kept on jogging, maybe a little faster than she already was.
The moment the jogger was no longer around, Stacy frowned. She had this weird feeling that she shouldn't have been thinking about attractive girls and women in a sexual way. She had this feeling before, back in the locker room, but she had no idea where it was coming from, and more than anything she wanted it to be gone. It was totally ruining her desire to score any and every hot babe she laid her eyes on.
"Hey, check it out," Chris said, grabbing her attention. He was pointing towards a group of three large trees a little ways away. Sitting at the bottom of them was Derek Lettman, the only emo who attended Lake Point High. He was apparently writing something in a book. Probably a diary, Chris thought. Only a fag would have a diary. "Let's go see what the queer is up to."
Stacy almost told Chris that it wasn't polite to call someone a "queer", but then stopped herself. What the hell was coming over her? Whatever was happening, she wished that it would just stop.
By now, Stacy had lost most of her curves, taking a much more masculine physique, her breasts had gotten smaller (now a B-cup), and her age had dropped a bit more (she was now in her late 20's). But if anyone were able to notice, she'd look more like a female than a male.
"Hey, dickweed," Chris said, slapping the diary out of Derek's hands. The emo looked up, his long hair falling to one side, then he reached over and tried to grab for his book. But Chris didn't let him get it. "Hey, I'm talking to you."
Derek looked back up. "Leave me alone."
"Maybe we should," Stacy said. What the hell? Where did that come from?
"What did you say?" Chris asked, looking at Stacy incredulously.
"Hey, he's getting away," Stacy said, pointing.
Chris turned and watched Derek scurrying away, with his diary in hand. He turned back and glared at Stacy. "What the fuck was all that about?"
"I ... I don't know. Man, I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but ... for the last hour or two, I've been feeling really fucked up."
"Well, get your shit together." He looked over at the emo, then back at Stacy. "Come on, we're not going to let that fag get away. Got it?"
Stacy nodded, then both jocks went after Derek.
Meanwhile, Emma Meadows headed to the mall, to meet up with her girlfriend Sarah McMillan. It was strange. Back in the locker room after football practice, she couldn't quite remember if she was dating someone, and then on her way home with Chris and Stacy, it suddenly occurred to her that she was dating Sarah. Weird.
Like Stacy, Emma now looked more masculine, with less curves, smaller breasts (now C-cups), and a younger body (now 24 years old). Also like Stacy, she was having unpleasant feelings. For example, she felt strange when leering at hot babes, like it wasn't appropriate or something. And she felt weird when she thought badly of someone. She had no idea where these odd feelings were coming from, but more than anything, she wanted them to disappear.
