Brit woke uop the next morning and started her plot for revenge.
The next morning, Bradon recieved a wierd text message.
YOU LIKE A GIRL'S BUTT, BUT YOU MIGHT NOT LIKE YOURS.
From Jon
"WHat the fuck is this? WHo is Jon? I will beat his ass." He checked his but and it was fine. He got dressed and drove to school. He tried to call Brit, but she didn't pick up. "Bitch needs to pick up her phone." He said.
The first three periods envovled Brandon sleeping through them. But by forth period, he felt that his pants were getting tighter. He must have been dreaming as they were too loose this morning. By his final period, he couldn't take his pants' tightness anymore. He was lucky that it was gym so he wore his sweatpants. He even stayed for football pratice before going home.
Damn, my ass feels huge. He thought. It must be how much food I eat for football. Thank God it's almost over. I think I will go on a diet for awhile.
When he went home, he collasped in his bed and fell asleep.
The next day, he woke to the sound of his phone.
TWo missed messages from who?
They read.
BOXERS ARE BAD, THONGS ARE GOOD.
and
MEN LOVE SEXY, LONG LEGS, GIRLFRIEND.
Both of them from were from JOn.
Alright these needs to stop. Jon will get his ass beat. He could barely find any boxers that fit.
His day was pretty much like the last except sometime during fourth period, his underwear kept running up on his butt. By seventh period,he knew something was wrong. First of all, his legs were longer, hairless likes a girl and the part that scared him the most, he was wearinga girl's thong. A girls. He skipped praticed, not caring about it.
When he got home to switch underwear, he found that all his underwear was replaced by girl panties and thongs. Strangely enough, he was compled not to tell any one. He fell asleep.
Until friday night, no additional changes occured to distract him. The other boys could care less how girly his bottom half was. But he did recieve a strange message hours before the game.
FOOTBALL IS FOR MEN. NOT US.
WHat the hell? He was the first string Quaterback. He PLAYED football. He has scholarships.
Had.
They lost, badly 56-3. Their team was undefeated and they just lost to the worst team in the leaguge. Brandon threw 20 interception, 8 fumbles, and had no succesful plays. The coach was crying. He had no other person who cold QB.
Brandon left quickly and quietly and return home. He checked his phone and found new 3 new messages.
LET'S THROW LIKE A GIRL
BOY'S RUNNING =/= GIRLS' RUNNING
and
WAIST ARE WHERE IT"S GIRL
Why is this happening to him? What did he do?
After a night rest, the changes were worse.
HOW DO YOU LIKE LONG, SLENDER FINGERS WITH LONG, PINK NAILS
BLONDES WITH CURLS HAVE MORE FUN
THAT HOUR GLASS FIGURE
NO HAIR DOWN THERE
WHERE A BRA SO YOUR BOOBIES WON"T SAG
YOU'RE NOT QUEER
YOU LOVE TO CHEER
SO GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR
What happened last night? He looked like a woman. Atleast not his face. He called his team members, forgeting about the game last night.
"Sup, this is Mike, who is this?"
"It's...Brianna Sherriam." his voice
"Oh Bria, where were you last..." Brianna hung up the phone. What is she going to do. Why is she being refering to herself as her.
One last message was sent
GIRL YOU LOOK, GIRL YOU ARE, GIRL YOU ACT
"NOOOOO" WAs the last thing Brandon/Brianna said.
