Kay-Kay the Bottom

"No! P-please, Davis!" cried Karl. "D-don't make me a sissy! I'm sorry! C-can't we be friends?"

"Gee, I don't know, Karl," sneered Davis. "After years of **** you suddenly want to be pals just because I've got unlimited power? Seems a little weak. Hee-hee -- but then, you are a weak, little twink now, aren't you?"

Karl's eyes widened fearfully. He knew Davis was planning something, but he meekly nodded in the hopes that he could placate the super-powered boi. Then Davis' mouth twisted into an evil grin, and Karl's spine tingled with terror.

"Oh, what the hell!" said Davis. "I guess I could use a bestie. You know, someone with great fashion sense. Not like mine, of course. My bff's taste would compliment my looks -- he'd be way more flamboyant..."

As Davis spoke, his words weaved reality around Karl. First a pair of neon pink panties appeared on his body. They were so tight that even his minuscule member created a bulge in them. Next, a pair of bright yellow, sparkly yoga pants slid up his skinny legs. The snug fit hugged his pert little ass cheeks like a second skin. A hot pink tank top followed, with a bedazzled kitten face smiling on the front, and spaghetti strings and a cropped bottom that showed off as much smooth, muscle-free body as possible. Finally, a pair of shiny, rainbow colored sneakers blinked around his feet, completing his first femme inspired outfit.

Karl whimpered.

"No, please!" he begged. "Don't make me look like a fag--"

Karl's slender hands clamped over his mouth upon realizing what he said. He dared not insult his all-powerful enemy, but Davis merely smirked.

"You only care about how you look, huh?" he said. "Then I guess it's okay if you really _are _a fag, right? But my bestie wouldn't be just any gay boi-- he'd be the gayest, most boy-crazy little femboy in the world!"

Karl raised his twig-like arms in a futile attempt to hold back what came next, but the moment Davis waved the crystal orb in the air, the jock's attitude changed. His raised hands drooped limply at the wrist, his knees bent in, his back arched, and his mind took on a whole new outlook. He girlishly put one finger to his cheek and noticed the subtle feel of blush and moisturizer. Thick mascara outlined his eyes, and when he blinked he could see his fake eyelashes fluttering while shaggy, pink bangs hung just low enough for him to notice.

"Oh. My. Gawd. What did you do?" said Karl. His high-pitched voice now had the cadence of a precocious tween. "I'm, like, so queer! This is totally messed up, Davy! I mean, like, I'm supposed to be a big, hunky stud. Mm-hmm. With, like, great, big arms, and a tight six-pack, and a giant, hard cock! Ooh! I'm getting wet just thinking about it!"

"Yeah, that does sound kind of hot, Kay-Kay," said Davis.

Yet, for some reason, the sexy image that his new best friend described did not excite him quite as much as it used to. Davis wrote it off as being too preoccupied with the task at hand.

"Kay-Kay?" said Karl. "But my name's Karl. Kay-Kay sounds so gay -- I love it! I-I mean, no, um..."

"Shh. Don't worry you're pretty, pink head, bestie!" said Davis. "How about we go to my place so I can get cleaned up. Then we can hit a party I heard about. You know, the one your buddy Jarrett is having. Not my kind of thing, but since he's one of your friends I suppose I could go with you, right?"

"M-Mark?" said Kay-Kay. "But, h-he'll see me, um...like this."

"I know, right?" said Davis. "Him and all the other hot, horny boys. You might even get to suck your first dick tonight! Or we could always practice at my place, first?"