Darlicious Steps Out

The new drag queen nervously strutted down the hall. Instead of the awe and envy they showed Darla whenever she passed by, the students seemed indifferent to Darlicious. Most avoided eye contact with him, while a few snickered behind his back. Eventually, Davis lost sight of his newest creation when the gold-sequined glamour gurl stepped into his next class. The demigod made a mental note to follow up with him later tonight.

The rest of the school day passed uneventfully, until Davis' last period -- gym. While not usually the favorite part of his day, he looked forward to seeing how his former bully fared with his new body. However, while dressing in the locker room, Davis noticed a few changes of his own.

Damn, it's good to have those pants off -- they've been super tight since I messed with Darla. Whoa! Are my legs more muscular? And my arms too! I can even see a couple of abs! This is amazing! I wasn't even trying to improve myself -- it's just happening on its own! Although, I could do without the new chest hair. I'm getting kind of shaggy there. Oh, well, other bois wax, I guess I can, too. At least my gym shorts were already loose. Now they remind of how the jocks look in them. Speaking of jocks...let's see how Karl's doing!

The weather was still too cool for outside activities, so that meant another day of volleyball in the auditorium. Normally, Davis would try to get into a girl's game so he could avoid the testosterone **** matches of the male students, but today he made sure to get on the same team as Sissy Karly. Watching the once mighty athlete struggle to participate, only to wince in pain every time he actually hit the ball was amusing, but the dark pleasure Davis got from it faded when the other jocks started berating the sissy.

"What the hell, bro?!" shouted Joe. "Who let the little fairy on our team? He can't even touch the net without jumping! What a waste!"

"Dude, don't make the sissy cry!" said Mark. "The coach will come over. Besides, we might want him to polish our balls when we're done!"

Tears bubbled in Karl's eyes and his lips quivered as his former best friends mocked him. At the end of class he hid his red, puffy face and ran into the locker room like a little girl crying after her brother pulled her hair.

Davis felt a mix of satisfaction and sympathy for the sissy, but he did not use the orb to change his ex-bully again. Instead, after class he stuffed the magic crystal in his backpack and returned home, eager to follow up on the mean girl that -- in another reality -- was once Karl's regular hook up.

Mark's big bash was no secret. Everyone in school knew about it, but unpopular people like Davis knew better than to attend. Tonight, however, he decided to make an exception. Where else could the newly empowered outcast find all his least favorite people in one private place? When the time came to get ready, Davis found that most of his usual clothes did not fit anymore. Pants were now high-waters and even his shoes refused to squeeze on his feet. Still unable to alter reality for himself, he decided to plunder his father's closet for something to wear. Surprisingly, not only did the older man's jeans and button-down shirts fit perfectly, but Davis actually liked how they looked.

Hours after nightfall, Davis arrived at Mark's house. Aside from a few cars in the driveway, the small mansion seemed empty from outside. Of course, inside the house was packed with teens who took driveshares. The natural awkwardness that Davis felt at these kinds of gatherings wore off as soon as he spied Darlicious. Despite his outrageous outfit, the red-headed drag queen looked even more uncomfortable than the partycrasher. Beside Darlicious stood Tommy, a tall, long-haired musician that Davis crushed on for years. The gorgeous, fit boy could have easily been Homecoming King or a top jock, but he stayed aloof from school politics and sports. Instead, he played in a band and volunteered at the civic center.

In short, he was any girl's (or boi's) wet dream. Davis snuck closer to eavesdrop on the hottie and his transformed transfriend.

"But, don't you notice _anything _different about me?" said Darlicious.

"Um, new shoes?" said Tommy. "Listen, babe, don't worry so much. You look fine. Totally passable. I wouldn't be here with you otherwise."

"So, you know then," whispered Darlicious, "about my little secret?"

"What?" laughed Tommy. "Darly, that thing's not little and it's definitely not a secret. You're not asking me to touch it again, are you? I mean, it's not my bag, you know that. I know it seems strange that we ever hooked up, since I'm not gay or anything, but you're my girl, right? Just keep your big, fat cock in your panties or I won't let you suck me off later."

Wow. Tommy's kind of a prick. Or maybe this is the only way he can make sense of reality now that he's a straight guy dating a man. I suppose I could fix that for him. I'd love to see what Queen Darlicious does with him in private. Or I could mess with someone else around here? What to do?