There was the flushing sound of a toilet, then one of the stalls opened. A guy walked out and over to one of the sinks, where he eyed Dan. "Have a big date?" he asked him.
"Huh?" Dan asked, turning towards the guy.
"The way you're preening in front of the mirror ..."
"I'm not preening, you asshole," he scowled. "I'm not some queer. Only fags preen."
Suddenly, something happened. It was like the whole world blinked for a moment.
The same guy who had been talking to Dan flushed the toilet and exited the stall. After he washed his hands, he turned towards the guy next to him. "Have a big date?" he asked him.
But this time it was different. Dan was different. He turned and looked at the guy appreciatively. "Honey, do I have a date," he said effeminately, flicking his limp wrist in the guy's direction.
The guy felt a bit uncomfortable at how the boy was looking at him, so he quickly left.
The boy standing in Dan's place was still Dan, but now he was a flamboyant gay boy. The entity had used his insults towards gays against him. Seeing that its work was done, the entity left the building, then the town.
Dan looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. "Sweetie, you look hot," he announced, pushing his well-manicured fingers through his silky hair. His hair was a little longer, but not too much different. What was different was the long dark eyelashes, the lightly applied make-up, the pinkish lip gloss. His clothing had also changed. Gone was his white T-shirt and jeans. In their place was a purple fishnet spaghetti-strap crop top and a pair of purple metallic lycra hot pants. A black thong could be seen sticking out the back of his new shorts. On his feet were a pair of black ankle boots. Oh, and his body was completely devoid of hair (save for the top of his head). He looked so ... feminine.
Winking at himself and smiling, he turned away from the mirror, then headed out of the restroom.
Once he was back in the club, he scanned the room, ignoring all the girls he didn't remember eying earlier and focusing on all the guys instead. He spotted several. Unfortunately, they were all straight. "Too bad," he said to himself. "That one over there is so yummy."
After scanning the room, he decided that it was time to rejoin Rick ... his boyfriend. Or at least, that's what his memories were telling him.
He spotted Rick at the bar with a couple other guys, then walked over to him with a very effeminate gait. Lots of people nearby turned away in disgust, wondering out loud why someone like him was there. This wasn't a gay bar, after all.
"Hey, lover," Dan said, his effeminate voice oozing desire.
Rick's back was turned, so he didn't see Dan's trek across the room. But upon hearing his friend's voice, he turned around ... and got the shock of his life!
"D-Dan? What the hell are you wearing?"
Dan looked confused. "First of all, honey, my name is Danny. And second, I'm wearing what you bought me for Christmas. I know you've been dying to see me in it and since we were going out tonight ..."
"What are you talking about?" Rick asked, still stunned. Not only was his friend dressed like a complete fag, but he was also acting like one too.
