Spell 2: Muscle Drain

When Ted woke up the next morning, he felt that something was very off, even more than the day before. He looked at his body and quickly saw what was different.

His muscles were gone. Instead of strong arms, it looked like he had toothpicks as limbs.

Obviously he's exaggerating. His limbs are just very feminine. But he still felt extremely off.

He looked around his room and saw that things were different. His weight bench was gone, replaced by a yoga matt. Anything that suggested he played sports was gone too, replaced by, nothing. It seems like whatever was happening to him, wasn't finished.

He refused to cry. No, he would default to his usual fallback, anger.

...

Ted knows that George and his creepy girlfriend were behind this. He didn't know how, but he knew. So he found them in the same place as before.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO ME?" he demanded. George flinched, looking ready to run. But Raven stayed calm, just like before.

"We haven't done anything, Tiffany," she said.

"MY NAME'S NOT TIFFANY, IT'S TED!" he yelled, and threw a punch at George. This time, it landed. But instead of a crack, all that was heard was a squish.

"Um, ow?" questioned George. Ted bellowed in rage and punched George in the face, only for it to look like a light tap.

"Ok Tiffany, you're right, I am doing this too you," said Raven with a smug grin on her face. Ted whipped around and threw another punch, getting another squish.

"You will never hurt anyone else again. Your strength has been drained, and any violent acts will be overly pathetic," mocked Raven. Ted wanted to wipe that stupid grin off her stupid face, but knew he couldn't.

"Unless you're in actual danger. Then you can protect yourself," said George. Ted growled, barely hearing his words.

"This isn't over. I'm going to ruin you," he said.

"No, you won't, I made sure of it. Goodbye Tiffany, I can't wait to see what tomorrow holds," said Raven, walking away with George, leaving Ted to stew in his anger.

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Spell 2 Ted