As it turned out, Mike wasn't the only one at the club that was being affected by the curse wake. Like what was said earlier, Danny received a lot of looks of disgust as he made his way across the room, shaking his ass and hips effeminately and keeping his hands limp at his wrists. A lot of people made rude remarks, but only a few of them were actually affected by the curse. Calling someone "gay" wasn't really verbal abuse (which was why Darien wasn't affected, by the way), but calling someone a queer, fag, faggot, or fairy? Yeah, that was abuse. And the people who made those remarks were now feeling the affects of the curse wake.
It was three people altogether. Two guys, one girl. All of them were students attending the local college.
"Is there something wrong?" Mandy asked Jim, her boyfriend.
"Huh?" he asked, turning to look at her.
"Am I not pretty enough for you?" she asked, her hands on her hips, looking mad.
He looked her up and down. When he came to the club just less than an hour ago, he thought she was fucking hot. Big tits, big round butt, small waist, long legs. But now ... for some reason, he had grown tired of her. She was pretty, yeah. But he wasn't really interested in girls. What he needed was a man ...
Jim's breathing stopped for a moment. What did he just think? A man? Why would he think something like that?
Steve made his way across the room holding drinks for both him and his date. He had been looking forward to this day for a while now. Sure, he dated girls before, but this was the girl he wanted to date the most. Hell, all the guys on campus wanted to date her. She was smart, sexy, and most importantly, she didn't have any problem with having sex. In fact, from what he heard, she was quite good at it too. Okay, okay, that was the real reason he wanted to date her. But come on. Wasn't that reason enough?
He grinned, approaching the table his date was at. So far, his night was perfect and going great. Well, except for that total fag he spotted earlier. He hoped that was the last time he saw someone like that in this club. He didn't want to come back if their kind started to show up more frequently. It kinda ruined the mood.
When he arrived at the table, he placed the drinks down and took a seat. Then he leaned over to his date. "Did you miss me, baby?" he asked, getting ready to kiss.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the guy nearly yelled.
Wait, the guy?
Steve blinked. What the hell? Where was Teresa? It wasn't that dark in here. It was plainly obvious that this guy was a dude. He didn't look anything like a girl.
"I ... I ... sorry, man. I've got the wrong table."
"You've got that right," the guy said angrily.
Steve stood up quick, then hurried away with both drinks in his hands. But before he got too far away from the table, he found himself eying the guy and liking what he saw. Why was he doing that?
Melody sat at a table with three other girls, her friends and fellow cheerleaders. But unlike her friends, her eyes weren't on the guys moving around on the dance floor. Her eyes were on her friends. She never realized how hot Suzie, Alyssa, and Vicki were.
Her face became red with embarrassment. Why was she thinking this way about her friends. She wasn't into girls. She had a boyfriend and had been dating him for a while now. She even thought that he might be "the one". But now ... she found herself appreciating the female form, way more than she should have been. Looking at Vicki's large breasts, how her tank top formed tightly around them and revealed tons of cleavage ... she sighed, getting wet just looking at her.
What was wrong with her? Why was she feeling this way?
