Tom Becomes a Bisexual Goth Boy

Tom needed some time to think over what just happened and the best place to do that was at the campus gym. A good work out always helped him get through his problems.

Once there, Tom changed into his gym shorts, socks and shoes in the locker room. On his way into the weight room, he passed by Brad and Derek, two of his jock buddies. "'Sup, dude," Brad said, nodding to Tom. He nodded back, then headed towards one of the weight machines.

But just seconds after starting to lift weights, it seemed a lot harder than usual. He turned and looked at what the weight setting was on, but it was the same as usual. Shrugging, he removed some weight and tried again. For a minute or so, it was fine, but then it started to get really difficult again. So he removed more weight. A few minutes later, he had to do it again. What was going on?

Brad and Derek re-entered the room at that moment. "Hey, check out that dude. He's obviously not strong enough to lift that. What's someone like him even doing here anyway?" Brad said.

As they got closer, Derek made a realization. "Brad, that's not just some dude. That's Tom."

"What?" Brad asked, doing a double-take. His buddy was right. What the hell happened to him? It looked like he had lost half his muscles, maybe more. They just saw him, like, 15 minutes ago. He didn't look like this then!

"Tom?" Derek asked, approaching.

Hearing his name, he looked over at the two studs that had just entered the room. Tom paused for a moment. Did he just think of Brad and Derek as studs? That was strange. Tom definitely wasn't into guys. That was just weird.

"What happened to your body, dude?" Brad asked.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Tom asked.

"You lost almost all of your muscles, man," Brad said. "And you're kind of looking pale too."

Tom looked down at himself, but nothing was out of the ordinary. He was always kind of lanky and pale. He looked back up at the two hunks and ended up drinking in their hot bodies. Unfortunately, they noticed and weren't too happy about it.

Brad grew angry. "What the hell was that look? You turning into a fag now too?"

Tom blinked, realizing that he might have made things very bad for himself.

Brad marched over to him, grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall. "No dude looks at me like that and gets away with it, got it?"

Tom nodded, scared ... but he was also so turned on right now. Brad was just such a hot guy. Unfortunately, Brad saw Tom's hard-on, which pushed the jock further into an uncontrollable rage.

Derek knew what was probably going to happen and decided to leave. No witnesses, so complete deniability, that sort of thing.

"You're getting off on this?!" Brad roared.

Realizing that he was in really big trouble now, Tom tried his best to push the larger, more muscular man off of him. At first, he was just pushing on Brad's chest, but he just couldn't help himself as he started to fondle one of Brad's pecs. Once he realized what he was doing, he yanked back his hand (leaving the branding behind), but it was too late. Brad was now insane with rage. There was nothing to stop it.

It was at that moment when Tom kissed Brad, shoving his tongue deep into the jock's mouth. He figured he was going to get nearly beaten to **** in any case, so why not take this moment to make out with one of the hottest guys on campus? Ever since coming to this college, Tom had had a crush on Brad, always fantasizing being with the studly young man. But being straight and homophobic, Brad would never be with a guy like Tom. And there was the fact that Tom was a Goth. He knew Brad was someone who didn't like the Goth crowd, thinking they were all freaks. So that was another reason for why they could never be together, not even as friends.

But Tom just couldn't get Brad out of his mind. It was why Tom was here at the gym. Obviously, he wasn't the type of guy who worked out. No, he was there to peep on Brad, as usual. Unfortunately, this time Brad caught him and that's why he was getting this response from him.

Stopping the kiss, Tom closed his eyes and waited for Brad to strike, but oddly, nothing happened. He opened his eyes to see Brad having an strange expression on his face. The jock took a few steps back from the Goth boy, a look of confusion and maybe panic on his face. He didn't know what was coming over him, but Brad actually enjoyed that kiss. But ... he was no fag. He liked girls. Right?

Brad looked at Tom Avery, the only Goth boy on campus. His hair was spiky and black, his skin almost pale white, skinny with barely any muscles to speak of. He was wearing a ripped nylon shirt (his pierced nipples were visible through the shirt), black leather pants, and black boots. Besides his nipples, he had piercings in his ears, eyebrow, and nose. He also had a spiked collar around his neck, and black make-up on his face (though not on his lips) and fingernails. The guy was a total freak. A Goth and a fag. (Though that wasn't true - Tom was actually bisexual.) So why was Brad feeling attracted to him?

Katherine checked the time. "Looks like I have to go," she told Rachel. "Tom's waiting for me."

Rachel was confused. "Wait, didn't you just break up with him?"

"Break up with the perfect boyfriend? Why would I do that? Besides the fact that he's the only Goth boy on campus, he has just the right kinks that I'm into."

It seemed that reality was still changing. Tom wasn't Goth before, but now he was. And what were those kinks Katherine was talking about? "Kinks?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, you know. Having a three-way with another guy. I mean, what are the chances that Tom isn't just a Goth but that he's also bisexual and into having threesomes just like me? And it certainly doesn't hurt that Brad is so sexually submissive, not to mention bisexual himself."

"Brad?" Rachel asked, not knowing who she was talking about.

Katherine looked at her friend, a concerned look on her face. "What is with you today? What's with all the memory problems?"

Yeah, that was a problem, Rachel was finding out. For some reason, everyone else's memories kept changing to fit the newest reality, but Rachel's memories remained the same. Maybe because she was the one to get the ball rolling? Maybe she could find a spell in that book to fix this. It was hard to keep track of all these changes.

"I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night," Rachel said, lying, of course.

"Well, make sure you get more tonight. I'm really starting to worry about you." She checked the time. "Sorry, gotta go." Then she was off, heading in the direction of Tom's dormitory building.