Love It

You know what? That asshole had it coming. I mean, everyone knows he's been cheating on Darla since before Winter Break! Or, I guess, he was cheating on her. It's like the world's changed along with him. But even with his new body and wardrobe, Karl still acts like Karl. And that means that inside he's still the same scumbag he was yesterday.

From what Davis could find out, Karl's day continued to be just as awful as it started. His former friends either avoided or tormented him, his girlfriend ignored him, and everyone else gave him weird looks -- if they bothered to look at him at all. They only shared one more class together, and since it was the end of the day Davis used to skip it as often as possible, but today he looked forward to having gym class with his former bully.

The locker room was a nightmare for an androgynous homosexual like Davis. The feelings of insecurity that most young men had seemed tripled when you were either tormented or tantalized by all the bodies around you. Davis usually timed his changing routine to avoid as much traffic as possible. Sissy Karly did not seem to have that instinct.

"Yo, little girl, you lost?" said Jarrett, one of Karl's former jock pals, as he snapped a towel on the sissy's ass.

"Ow! Th-that hurt, Jar!" cried Karl. He quickly sat on a bench to protect his tender behind. "I-I mean, uh, d-dude, what's your problem?"

"Haha! You tryin' to be tough now?" laughed Jarrett. "Maybe you aren't a sissy anymore? Tell you what? Take a look at this -- if you ain't a sissy you'll just look away, right?"

With that, the brawny jock dropped his shorts and stood before his former teammate, cock-to-face. Karl winced as though the large man pulled out a knife. A seven inch knife with a fat, meaty handle. Karl's half-opened eyes sized up the big, brown dick. It was soft, and slightly longer than what Karl used to have. Several veins rippled down the shaft, and its purple head was the size of a plum. Behind the mesmerizing member hung two full, heavy looking balls in a tightly stretched sack. Karl's widening eyes stared so long that they began to water.

"Nope! Still a little gay boy!" said Jarrett. "Wanna touch it? We still have a few minutes. Plenty of time to play."

By now a crowd had gathered around the pair, but Karl's gaze stayed on the other man's cock, unaware of anything beyond it. Davis had to stand up to get a better look. He rolled the magic orb in his hand.

Poor Karly! He looks torn. It's like his original self wants to fight, or at least run away, while his sissy side just wants that dick. Hell, I've had fantasies like this. Should I give him a little nudge so he could enjoy the situation? Or maybe Jarrett could use a new perspective?