Yes

"Right we are then. Come on, Casey. Feeling lucky?" Joseph spoke, clearly enjoying himself. Cass caught Lucas' gaze, seeing his friend nervously shift. Maybe he'd had a change of heart and would help him out. Leave this insanity behind. Playing girls for some frat boys surely couldn't end well. On the other hand, could it work out? The odds were in his favour after all. What sort of games would they get up to with those who had changed? He could imagine. A look at Javier and her new form. His, new form. It was only temporary after all. But he felt wrong when thinking of a girl as stunning as he'd transformed into.

"Alright, alright. I'll do it." Casey said, looking around and shuffling forward. The members of Beta Psi nodded their approval. Cass could feel his body betraying him already. Fear of changing gripping his stomach and making his hands tremble. He tried not to imagine what it'd be like, to have your whole body rewired inside of a minute. It didn't seem like it was painless. His fingers reached into the bowl, feeling the dozens of pills within. He closed his eyes, focusing on the best outcome. He would get a sugar pill. He would be fine. He would get a sugar pill. He would be fine. Casey clasped a pill between his fingers and pulled it out. He acted quickly, not wanting to drag the process out. Snatching a beer from Dean's loose grip beside him, Casey popped the pill and took a swig. He could feel it go down, leaving a lump in the back of his throat. Silence. Cass looked around at all the faces staring back at him. He met Javier's new eyes as she watched. Then he felt it. A faint itching in his stomach.

"Fuck.." Was all he could manage before he started to run. He stood, already staggering as a wave of nausea hit him like a physical blow. The itching grew rapidly, spreading out in all directions. His crotch started to tingle, his nipples went hard and sensitive.

"Two in a row!" Cried someone.

"You're gonna look fucking sexy!"

"Give yourself a big fucking bank, yeah?"

A chorus of jeers and cries followed him as he tried to make it to the bathroom. His feet felt like a dozen tiny needles were pricking him endlessly. His breath became tight and he let out a grunt which didn't sound like himself. Casey collapsed into the bathroom, sucking in breaths of air desperately as he locked the door behind him. Reaching the sink, he locked eyes with himself in the mirror. He looked like him. Sweat poured from his face as the itching gave way to a burning sensation. His head was hammering now, the worst migraine he'd ever experienced coming from nowhere to send him crashing to his knees.

"I can't breath.. I can't breath.." Casey mumbled, clutching at his head. Stars formed in his vision and it hurt to move. "I.." Casey didn't manage to finish his thoughts as he passed out.