Continue with Karl

Davis brushed himself off and walked up to the formerly fierce bully. The jock that once towered over him now stood a few inches shorter than him. More importantly, the body beneath the loosely hanging clothes was soft, slim, and effete. Davis stared at his shrunken tormentor in awe.

"Karl?" said Davis. "Is that...is that really you?"

"Go away!" said Karl. Even his voice was high and girlish. "I-I'm gonna k-kick your ass! Once I figure out what you did, y-you're g-gonna get it!"

If Davis heard those words a few minutes ago, he would have run to the nearest exit. But between the bully's new body and his whiny, little voice, it was all he could do not to laugh out loud.

"Wow! This is--this is awesome!" said Davis. "Wait, wait, stop fidgeting! I want to see it all!"

No sooner did the thought cross his mind then Davis got his wish. The once mighty mauler's bulky clothes simply disappeared. What stood before him now, shivering and covering his crotch with both hands was a frail, pale, twink with shaggy blonde hair and not an ounce of masculinity. He even tilted his hip and moved his hands like a princess...or a queen.

"S-stay back! I-I-I'm w-warning you!" cried Karl.

But Davis merely stepped closer and pulled the other boi's hands away to get a better look. The thrill of being stronger than Karl made the emo teen's heart race, but the sight of his bully's junk made him giddy. Once upon a time, Karl flaunted his hefty package whenever the chance arose; in the locker room, at parties, and once when he streaked during homecoming. After four years of school, Davis was very familiar with how impressive his bully's cock and balls were. The image of that long, thick schlong swinging under Karl's six-pack even provided fap fuel for more than one shameful session. But the little thing poking out of Karl's crotch now was nothing less than...adorable.

With Davis holding the bully's arms apart, Karl tried to hide his embarrassing state by squeezing his slim thighs together. But, of course, that only made his little member poke out further above his squashed balls. The result not only put the finger-thin, two-inch member on full display, it also made Karl swish his hips even more girlishly.

"Oh, no! What happened to everyone's favorite hunk of sausage?" mocked Davis. "This cute little thing just can't be the same one, can it?"

Karl whimpered. Neither of them could take their eyes off the little pinkie that used to be the jock's pride and joy.

"Gosh, Karl," said Davis with an evil grin, "Didn't you use to make fun of how much smaller mine was whenever you pantsed me? What was it you called me?"

Karl meekly shook his head. He realized what Davis was hinting at, and worse, he guessed at what he would do next.

"Can't remember, sweetie?" said Davis. "Oh, wait, I know! You called me a little, shrimp-dicked sissy! You know what? I may be a bottom, but I'm not a sissy. But I wonder...maybe you could be the sissy now? What do you think Karly?"