Steve "The Stud" Farber bent down and picked up the crumpled note and then read it. "I wish the person who I bully the most would bully me." He looked at it a moment longer, then said "What the hell?" Then he crumpled it back up and tossed it into a nearby trash can.
But, as he began to walk away, he suddenly became dizzy and fell to the side of the hall.
When he regained his balance, he saw Derek Lettman, that emo kid he always picked on. Except ... Derek wasn't an emo. His hair was shorter, his clothes were more fashionable, and his physique was a lot more muscular. In fact, he looked quite a bit like Steve.
Derek looked confused, as he stumbled down the hall. But when he locked eyes with Steve, his demeanor changed. He became confident (and maybe a little pissed off) as he strode towards him.
"What are you looking at, you fag?" Derek said, before shoving him into the wall.
Steve looked at him with shocked eyes. What the hell was he doing? No one treated Steve like that, especially not some stupid emo boy.
"I asked you a question," Derek said.
"What's going on?" Steve was finally able to utter.
"What's going on is that a certain fag can't keep his eyes off me."
"I'm not a fag," Steve said. He didn't even know why anyone would think that. If anything, Derek would have been labeled a fag way before Steve. Except ... the way Derek looked now, he didn't look even remotely gay. What was going on?
"Then why do you dress like one?" Derek asked him, then he walked away.
Steve was obviously confused. Until he looked down at himself. He was so bewildered by Derek that he didn't even notice that he too had changed.
From his vantage point, he was wearing a skin-tight navy blue T-shirt with a white stenciled image of a cactus on the front, tight blue jeans with a studded belt, and worn sneakers. His skin was nearly pale and his body was skinny, without even a trace of the muscles he had just a few minutes ago.
What had happened to him?
