Jon wasn't sure how long he sat in the bathroom on the cold floor with his bare bottom. Crying. That was the worst part - not wearing only the bikini top, not having long hair, or even looking like a girl. It was the crying.
Before yesterday, he would have never been in this position. He would have been the one in the swim trunks, the bottom of a game of chicken. He would have been the one holding someone up on his shoulders. Laughing with the guys. Instead, he was the chicken, and he was the one being laughed at by the guys.
Now, he was sitting on the bathroom floor and crying his eyes out. And his dick, once his pride and joy, was this tiny little thing that seemed like it when an asshole of a boy touched him.
What the hell had happened to him?
"Jon?" He looked up from beneath his fall of blonde hair at the closed door. Sarah stood on the side of it. He had heard a tentative knock but ignored it. Not that she could get in, but she was being surprisingly polite.
"What?" he snapped, wiping some more of the tears from his eyes. He leaned up and grabbed a hand towel to at least cover himself. He wasn't sure he wanted to see her - it was her idea to play with them - and look where that got him?
"Kevin's in his room and those other boys are gone." The way she said boys was enough to get the idea she was not happy. "I've got a towel for you too."
"I'm fine," Jon said, despite the shiver that ran through him. Being bare bottomed on a tile floor was not a warming experienced. "Just leave me alone."
"I can't," Sarah said. He heard a thump against the door and the voice was closer to the ground now. "You're my friend. And I hurt you by recommending my brother."
"Your brother's an ass," Jon muttered, but it did help. A little. He wiped his eyes again, and looked at the door. He thought about letting her in. He would need to if he wanted to get the stone to try and fix all of this. Or at least get revenge.
But Sarah's friendship was surprisingly nice. He liked her, and when she wasn't a bitch, she was great. It was weird, but nice.
The only really good thing to come out of these wishes.
With a heavy sigh, Jon pushed his light body off the cold ground. He glanced down briefly at his pointed nipples and grabbed the hand towel to cover himself - even if she wasn't going to burst in there. He moved to the door and unlocked before he scurried back to his safe spot on the floor.
For a moment, nothing happened, and Jon briefly thought Sarah just left his stuff on at the doorway, but then the knob slowly turned. Not completely, but halfway. "You sure?" Sarah's voice was soft and tentative.
"No, but its okay," Jon said with half a smile. Sarah peaked her head in first before stepping all the way in with a towel and his purse. She closed the door behind her and locked it before offering him both. He reached up, taking the towel and replacing it with his the one that barely covered more than the bikini bottom. He wrapped it around his waist as best as he could, lifting his hips up to slide it beneath him. Sarah had her own towel wrapped around her chest. He probably should do that, but then he was a guy, right?
They sat in silence for several minutes as Jon finally felt his heart stop beating hard against his chest. His eyes were not as wet and he did not feel as out of sorts.
"What now?"
"Well, now, my brother and his friends don't find a date - for a very long time," Sarah said, giving him a smile. He actually felt like returning it and even let out a giggle. "And then you just...don't let them see how much it hurts." Sarah sighed and leaned back against the door. she closed her eyes but kept speaking, "its easy for boys to hurt us. And they expect you to cry, or to yell. Some even get off on it. But if you don't let them know? If you don't let them see that, then they lose. It doesn't make up for the hurt, but it helps."
They sat in the cold room for a little while longer. It gave Jon a chance to think over what she said, and how he felt, and what he wanted to do next. When he felt calm enough, he asked, "Sarah?" She opened her eyes to look at him. "Thanks for being my friend."
"Thanks for being mine." It wasn't like how it used to be with Karyn, but maybe having Sarah as a friend wouldn't be so bad.
He still needed to get his own revenge and he had just the magic to do it.
