The Twinkening

Karl loomed over Davis. The six-foot-three inch tall, musclebound giant lifted his size thirteen sneaker over the frail twink's chest and smiled wickedly. The other two jocks stood nearby, cheering on their friend's cruelty.

"What's the matter, fag," sneered Karl, "Don't you like having a big man on top?"

Davis squeezed his eyes shut. His body turned rigid as fear of the coming assault filled his mind. The dread lingered for another moment. Then another. Karl's buddies gasped, but the beating still never came. Finally, Davis opened his eyes.

"Wh-what?! Dudes! What just happened?!" Karl screamed in disbelief.

For once, Davis shared his bully's point of view. He sat up and stared at the strange, impossible change that he knew, somehow, the orb had caused.

Gone was Karl's bulging, weightlifter physique. Gone, too, was nearly a foot of his height. The scourge of the school shook like a little lamb as he desperately held up his sagging jeans with two twig arms. His sport jersey drooped down like an oversized robe, exposing the top of his hairless, skinny chest. Even the hair on his head looked finer and more delicate.

"What the f---?! Dude, the little fairy's a...a wizard or something!" said Mark. "C'mon, let's get out of here!"

Karl's cronies turned to run as their leader did his best not to stumble in his own draping clothes.