The entity's "curse" that had been placed on Dan (now Danny) had now affected Rick as well, because Rick verbally abused Danny to his face. And the next person who did the same thing to either Danny or Rick would receive the same fate.
But then there were also side effects, a sort of curse wake, if you will. People who verbally abused those directly changed by the curse, but did so behind their back, not to their faces, so to speak, would be changed as well. But not in the same way. It didn't change the entire life of the individual. Instead, it caused them to have undeniable gay feelings.
This was what was happening to Mike, after he referred to Danny as a fag boy.
He was scoping out the chicks on the dance floor, when suddenly his eyes drifted towards the men dancing alongside them. What caught his eye was the well toned musculature of them, the strong arms and legs, faces of masculinity, the stiff bulges in their pants ... he looked longingly at those bulges, licking his lips.
Then he snapped out of it.
What the fuck? What the hell was he doing? He felt the boner in his pants and realized in confused horror that he was actually getting off watching those guys dancing. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Hey, man, are you okay?" Darien asked, seeing the look on his buddy's face.
"I ... I don't know," he answered back. "I don't think I feel that good."
"We haven't even gotten drunk yet."
"I know."
"Or scored any chicks."
Chicks? Yuck, he thought.
His eyes went wide. Where did that thought come from?
"I think I need to use the bathroom. I ... I'll be right back." Then Mike was dashing as quickly as he could across the room and into the mens restroom. He didn't really need to use the bathroom, but he needed some kind of an excuse to get out of there. He didn't know what the hell was up with him, but he knew for sure that he needed to get away from leering at those guys on the dance floor. Those ... fucking hot guys.
He shook his head, then retreated to the stall at the far end of the room. He opened it, then shut the door. Then he sat down on the closed toilet seat. He needed to pull himself together. If Darien ever found out that he ... was attracted to guys ...
Mike just still couldn't believe this was happening. It felt like some kind of nightmare. He wasn't into dudes. He was into chicks. And the bustier, the better. There was nothing like pawing a pair of ... muscular manly pecs. No, that's not what ...
In his mind, he pictured the guys on the dance floor and as he did, his right hand snaked down into his pants and boxer shorts, then grabbed his cock. Then, without even realizing that he was doing it, he began to pump his hand up and down along its shaft. He was getting totally turned on, thinking about those guys' bodies. So turned on that he began to moan.
"Hey, you okay in there?" a voice asked.
Mike snapped out of what he was doing and felt sheer terror. "Uh ... yeah," he said weakly. What the fuck?! He was masturbating, thinking about guys' bodies! This was sick!
What the hell was wrong with him?
