Go After Karl's Cronies

While the shortest of the three, Mark was by no means small. His tan, hard swimmer's body made the girls in school swoon, even the one's taller than him. Right now, he put those taught muscles to good use by turning on his heel to escape.

At a head taller, Joe was the king of the court, and even with a head start his friend would quickly be outpaced by the jock's long, dark legs.

Or he would have, if Davis let them get away. Instead the black-haired emo youth clenched the glass orb in his hand and imagined retribution for his fleeing tormentors. The result happened instantaneously, without so much as a puff of smoke.

The two teen terrors tumbled in their suddenly super-sized clothes. Years of sports trained them how to take a fall, but they groaned on the ground with the new pain felt by their deflated forms.

"Oh, man! Did he hit us with something?" moaned Joe.

He sat up, wearing only a now baggy t-shirt and a voluminous varsity jacket. A chill made him shiver. The cold radiated from his bare, brown bottom, which slowly grew wet from the damp grass. He had to pull down his sleeves just to find his now slender hands, and when he saw them them, he shrieked.

"Whathefug?! He turned us into girls!"

The formerly tall, star athlete stood up on his lanky legs and helped his fallen friend do the same. Although Joe was still the tallest of the bullies, he now stood at five-foot-six, while the former Asian hottie next to him barely reached his chin. Once, the two alphas would have scorned the sight of the frail twinks they faced. Now that they those frail, feminine figures were their own, they just stood their and cried.