Date: Mon, 8 Oct 2012 00:46:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Role Reversal - short story

Role Reversal -- By BW
Copyright 2012 by BillWstories

** AUTHOR'S NOTE: ** Another little Halloween treat for you to enjoy -- at
least I hope you enjoy it.

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J.J. Johnson and his buddies met up again, just outside of the locker room
door on their way to P.E. class.  None of them were actually required to
take P.E., since they were all playing a sport this season, but they opted
to do it anyway, so they could spend the time lifting weights.  Being on
the football team they were allowed this option, rather than having to
participate in the regular class activities.

As they entered the locker room, J.J. spotted one of the other boys in the
class.  The kid had just finished changing into his gym clothes.

"Fairy Barry, how they hanging?" J.J. teased.

Barry appeared very jittery, as he attempted to ignore this comment and
make his way past the group, so he could meet up with the rest of his class
in the gym.  J.J. and his friends let him go, for now, and they quickly
changed their clothes and walked into the weight room.

The other three boys went right to the heavy weights, since they were all
trying to bulk up.  Two of them were offensive/defensive linemen on the
football team, while the third was a running back/linebacker.  They all
wanted additional bulk to help improve their play, but that wasn't the type
of training that would benefit J.J.

J.J. played quarterback/safety, so he didn't want, or need, big muscles.
He just worked on doing a lot of reps with lighter weights to give his arms
the extra strength to make the long, accurate passes when he quarterbacked.
He also did a bunch of leg presses to increase his ability to hold his
ground when making tackles at safety.

Actually, the same routines also worked well to get him ready for the other
two sports he played, since he was the point guard on the basketball squad
and a pitcher/ shortstop on the baseball team.  The type of strength
training he was doing increased his vertical leaping ability, plus it
helped him make longer 3-point jump shots and crisper passes on the
basketball court.  The arm and leg strength also helped him throw harder
when pitching for the baseball team, increased his stamina and range when
playing shortstop and made it easier for him to make the strong, and
sometimes off-balanced, tosses to first.

Seeing the period was nearing an end, the four of them finished up in the
weight room went back to the locker room, so they could shower and change.
They had just finished up in the showers and wrapped their towels around
their waists when the other group returned from class and entered the
locker area.

"There's my old friend fairy Barry again," J.J. said when he saw Barry
approaching.  "I'm going to do you a favor.  Since we all know how much you
like things up your ass, I'm going to give you something you'll really
enjoy."

Although Barry was afraid he might try something else, J.J. merely grabbed
the back of Barry's gym shorts, pulled out the waistband and yanked on his
underwear.  J.J. tugged on Barry's briefs so hard that they rode up his ass
crack, somewhat painfully, and he pulled them as high as he could, in his
attempt to really wedge the item in Barry's butt.  He wanted to make this
as uncomfortable as he could for Barry, but his fun ended when the elastic
waistband actually ripped away from the rest of the fabric.

"Oh, sorry about that Barry, but I'm sure you enjoyed it up until your
tighty whities started coming apart," J.J. apologized, unconvincingly.

J.J.'s friends all laughed, while enjoying Barry's pain and embarrassment,
and then they all went back to their lockers to put on their school
clothes.

"Damn fags," one of the linemen said, as they walked away from Barry.

"Fucking queers deserve everything they get," the other responded, in
agreement.

Yes, J.J. and his friends went out of their way to harass and humiliate any
guys they thought acted gay.  To them it was great sport, and as they liked
to put it, "faggots are the very lowest creatures on earth and deserve to
be terrorized until they either choose to be straight or die, whichever
comes first."

Barry wasn't the only student who faced their wrath either.  When the group
came across one of the smaller gay guys, they would either trip him in the
lunchroom, hoping he would drop his tray or fall face first in the food, or
they would 'accidentally' bump into him in the corridor and knock the books
and other things he was carrying to the floor.  Whenever the situation
presented itself, they even enjoyed stuffing one of them in a locker and it
didn't really matter if it was a hall or gym locker.

The gays who were closer to the same size as J.J. and his buddies would end
up getting intimidated in additional ways.  J.J. or one of the others would
charge at one of these fags like they were going to hit him, and sometimes
they did.  Mostly, they just faked the attack, so the kid would end up
cowering, crying or begging them not to pummel him.  If they were really
good at frightening their target, then they might even be able to get their
victim to begin 'screaming like a pussy.'  J.J. and his friends especially
liked it whenever that happened.

The football players would also try to bait the gay guys by asking them if
they'd like to see their dicks, give them a blowjob or have the jocks fuck
them.  There was nothing that was off limits to these guys, as long as it
would embarrass their victim or get the other kids to laugh at the gay
kid's expense.  They were merciless.

After lunch, J.J. ran into Barry again in the hallway, as they made their
way to their next class.  As soon as he spotted Barry, J.J. couldn't resist
another chance to humiliate the poor kid.

"Barry, tomorrow's Halloween so I'll bet you're going to dress up as a drag
queen.  Am I right?" J.J. yelled out.  "I'll bet you'll look really cute
dressed in girls' clothing, so I just want to know if we should call you
Queen Barry, Queen Mary or have you chosen another name for your
character?"

While the others in the hall were tittering over this question and the
scene it was causing, Barry's face just got a very bright shade of red and
he quickened his pace.  He not only wanted to get as far away from J.J. as
he could, but he also wanted to do it as quickly as possible.  He'd taken
all he could stand for one day.

"Hey, maybe one of your boyfriends will bring you to the game Friday,"
J.J. called after him, as Barry was walking away.  "We can always use a few
more cheerleaders."

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J.J. woke up the following morning and made his way to the bathroom.  It
was a school day and he had to get ready to face another round of classes
before football practice.  Still a little groggy, he went into the bathroom
and stepped up to the sink, so he could splash some water on his face and
take a quick look to see if he needed to shave.  When he glanced in the
mirror, he gasped and turned around quickly, to see who else was in the
bathroom with him.

Once he'd done this and realized he was alone, it left him confused.  He
didn't understand what he had just seen, because there had been a strange
face staring back at him in the mirror.  Returning his gaze to the
reflective surface again, J.J. observed the same image in front of him.
This time, instead of turning around, he reached his hand out toward the
mirror, figuring someone had taped a poster over it as a Halloween gag.
Unfortunately, there was no poster there.  Bewildered, he next reached his
hand up to his face, to see if the reflection did the same thing.  He felt
maybe he was merely seeing a projection of some sort, but the reflection
did exactly what he was doing.

"What the fuck is going on?" he asked himself, in a hoarse whisper.  "Who
the hell is that in the mirror?"

J.J. couldn't explain what his senses were telling him, so he figured he'd
hop in the shower instead of questioning it further.  Maybe the warm water
and steam would help to clear his head.  As he went to remove his boxers,
he had his next surprise.

"What the hell am I wearing?" he asked, as he looked at the pajama bottoms
he had on.  "I only wear my boxers at night and never anything like this."

He quickly peeled off the pajama bottoms and threw them in the corner.
Then he jumped into the shower.

"What the fuck happened to all my chest hair?" he mumbled next, as he
looked down and started to lather up his body.

His chest was completely smooth and it shouldn't be.  Since he was a
sophomore, he'd had a scattering of hairs between his nipples, which
extended toward his navel.  Not only that, but now he noticed that his
pubic patch was gone too.  It looked as if it had been shaved, along with
his legs.

"What the fuck is going on today?" J.J. wondered.  "Am I going crazy or
what?"

J.J. finished showering, but the problem was that it only made matters
worse for him and hadn't helped like he'd hoped.  After finishing up, he
used his towel to wipe the steam off the mirror, only to discover he was
staring at the same face again.  The only difference was that this time the
reflection's hair was wet and there were water droplets on his face,
shoulders and hairless chest.

Figuring this was all a bad dream of some sort, J.J. went to his room to
dress.  He looked in his dresser and closet to find something to wear, but
quickly discovered the clothes he found there were not his.  They were all
gay looking and shit he'd never be caught dead in.  Not only that, but
there were no boxers in the dresser.  Instead, it was filled with bikini
and other types of briefs.  Digging to the bottom, he found a couple pairs
of boxer briefs, so he reluctantly put one of those on for now.

"What the fuck is going on?" he kept wondering.  "Did I end up at the wrong
house last night?"

After digging around for a while, J.J. finally found an old football
jersey, which looked as if it came from a different era, and a pair of
jeans to put on.  He then hurriedly got dressed and headed downstairs.

"Good morning, honey," his mother greeted him, as he walked into the
kitchen.  "What are you wearing?  Oh, that's right.  It's Halloween.  I
guess you're trying to look like one of those macho football players today.
How cute.  Your father will get a kick out of seeing you wearing his old
football jersey."

"I AM a jock, not pretending to be one," J.J. responded, somewhat angrily.
"I'm the quarterback on the team."

"Yes, of course you are, sweetie," she laughed.  "I'm sure your friends
will love it.  You only have time to grab a quick bowl of cereal though, so
you'd better hurry if you intend on catching the bus."

"Bus?  I usually drive to school," J.J. insisted.

"Trying to stay in character I see," his mother teased.  "You know we only
let you have the car on special occasions and Halloween doesn't count as
one of them."

"Mom, I take the car every day," J.J. insisted, "so I can drive home from
practice.  That way you or Dad don't have to come get me."

"What practice is that, dear?  I don't remember you telling me about any
practice," she replied.  "I'm sorry, but your dad left for work already and
the only other car here is mine, and I need it today.  If you'd told me
about this earlier, I could have driven your father to his office and kept
his car for the day, so you could have mine to complete your costume and
drive home from whatever practice you have.  Is it another play or are they
finally starting a dance team?"

"What the hell is going on here?" J.J. asked, puzzled.  "This is not my
life."

"Cute, but the bus will be here any minute, so you'd better run outside if
you don't want to end up walking to school today," his mother suggested.
"I'm going in the other direction, so I won't be able to take you."

J.J. didn't understand what was going on, but if he had to ride the bus
today, he would.  He couldn't afford to miss school if he wanted to play in
the big game this Friday.  However, when the bus stopped in front of his
house and the door opened, J.J. climbed up the stairs and quickly got his
next surprise.

"J.J. over here," someone called to him.

It was Barry, the kid J.J. had given a wedgie to in the locker room and
then harassed in the hall later.  J.J. just gave him a weird look and sat
in another seat.

"What's wrong with you?" Barry asked.  "Are your panties in a twist today?
We always sit together, or is this just part of your Halloween costume?
That's it, isn't it?"

J.J. didn't answer and just gave Barry a strange, and somewhat threatening,
glare.  He would have done more, but this morning had him so flummoxed that
he wasn't even acting normally.

When the bus reached school, J.J. got off and quickly spotted his three
friends.  They were heading into the school just ahead of him, so he raced
to catch up with them.

"Hi guys," he greeted his buddies.

The three football players turned and glared at him.

"Why it's gay Jay, or is it gay Jay-Jay?" one asked, sarcastically.

"Look, guys.  He's trying to pretend he's one of us today," another
sneered.  "He's wearing a really old football jersey and attempting to look
fairly normal.  It must be killing him to not have on one of his gay
outfits."

"Yeah, like this get up will fool anyone," the last guy chimed in.

"Now, get the fuck away from us before we have to beat your ass again," the
first guy added.

"Guys, it's me.  What the hell is going on today?" J.J. asked.

"Oh, isn't that adorable," the running back teased.  "He's even trying to
sound like one of us.  Scram fag, before we make you sorry you bothered us.
We're giving you a break here, since you're dressed up like a football jock
for Halloween."

Confused, J.J. walked off.  He was still puzzled about what was happening,
but got distracted when he spotted one of the cheerleaders he'd been
hitting on recently.

"Hi, Tiffany.  Come on and I'll walk with you to class," he told her.

"In your dreams, faggot," she hissed.

"Tif, it's me, J.J.  You know, the quarterback on the team," he added.

"Right, quarterback," she jeered.  "I think you'd be considered more of a
tight end, although I'm not sure how tight your end is.  From the rumors
I've heard, you get banged by your gay friends on a pretty regular basis."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" J.J. shouted.

"Yeah, make believe that doesn't happen, but we all know better," she
replied.  "Now get the fuck away from me before I have my real football
player boyfriend beat the crap out of you."

J.J. was totally baffled now.  Was everyone in on this joke?  Were they
playing a Halloween prank on him and even managed to get his mother to go
along with it?  This was all getting really weird, but he couldn't figure
out what he was going to do about it.

Pretending it was just a normal day, J.J. went to his classes but found
other people sitting in his usual seats.  If he happened to get to one of
them first, someone would come along and kick him out of it, while making
gay slurs about him.  At one point, he even tried to fight back, but
quickly discovered he wasn't able to do much.  He just felt too weak when
he attempted to stand up to the other student, so he thought he'd go to the
weight room during lunch and pump up a little.

When lunch period finally rolled around, J.J. made his way to the weight
room and started doing a few simple curls.  Unbelievably, he had to use the
lightest weights, since the others felt really heavy when he tried to use
them.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" the voice of his P.E. teacher rang
out.

"I just thought I'd lift some weights over lunch hour," J.J. responded.

"Only the athletes are allowed to use this room, except if we bring you in
here as part of class," the teacher shot back.

"I was just feeling a little weak and wanted to get ready for Friday's
game," J.J.  advised him.  "Can't make accurate passes with a weak arm."

"You've been making passes at your buddies with your weak arm and limp
wrist since I've known you and this isn't a playroom to carry out your
Halloween fantasy," the P.E. teacher replied.  "Now, get out of here and
get back to where you belong, before I give you detention."

J.J. was even more confused, but he left the area willingly, rather than to
get in any trouble.  Why the fuck was everyone acting so weird today?

After he got out of his last class for the day, J.J. headed for the
football locker room to change for practice.  When he entered, he was
immediately confronted by a couple of the other players.

"What are you doing in here, fag?" one of them asked.

"Coming to practice or don't you need a quarterback?" J.J. answered.

"Hey, Dirk.  Gay Jay wants your job as quarterback," one of the others
shouted.

"Dirk's job?  He's my backup," J.J. announced, boldly.

"What the fuck are you smoking or did you find some really powerful
'shrooms?"  one of them joked.

Jay just stood there trying to figure out what was going on.  In addition
to being confused, he felt frustrated and puzzled.

"Ok, it looks like he's not going to leave under his own power," one of
them commented, "so I'll handle this."

Before J.J. could react, the guy gave J.J. a serious wedgie and then
stuffed him in a locker.  J.J. was powerless to fight back and heard
everyone laughing at his current predicament.  Then, they left him in the
locker as they stormed out of the locker room and headed out toward the
practice field.

"Funny guys, now let me out of here," J.J. pleaded, but no one responded.

"Guys, let me out of here or I'll have to hurt someone," J.J. shouted, but
still no one came to his rescue.

"Somebody let me the fuck out of here before I start tearing this place
apart," he screamed at the top of his lungs.

A few seconds later, J.J. heard somebody else in the locker room, so he
began banging on the door to the locker he was currently occupying.  A few
seconds later, the door opened.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" the football coach screamed at him.

"The guys thought they were being funny," J.J. answered.  "Give me a second
and I'll get ready for practice."

"Practice?" the football coach asked, rhetorically.  "Do I look like the
band instructor or the cheerleading coach?  This is the football locker
room, and since you aren't on my team, you aren't allowed in here.  Now get
the hell out of here before I kick your ass myself."

The football coach sounded and looked very serious as he pointed toward the
door, so J.J. opted to leave.  He still wasn't sure what was going on, but
he did know what the coach was like when he was upset.  Since J.J. didn't
want to go down that road right now, he quietly slipped out into the
hallway.

J.J. eventually went outside and sat in front of the school, because he
didn't know what else to do.  He didn't have a car to drive, the bus he
would have ridden home had already left and he didn't have his cell phone.
He wasn't sure why he hadn't picked it up this morning when he got dressed,
so now he concentrated on how he was going to get home.  Finally, he
decided his only choice was to walk, even though it was over two miles to
get to his place.  He was halfway there when his mother pulled up beside
him in the car.

"Miss the bus again?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess," J.J. answered, as he went over to get in the passenger
seat.

He was going to say he wouldn't have needed to take the bus, if he'd had
the car like he usually did, because that's how he always got home after
football practice, but decided he didn't want any more problems today, so
he bit his tongue instead.

Once they got to the house, J.J. went directly his room and planned to stay
there until it was time for dinner.  He sprawled out on his bed and merely
stared at the ceiling.  He just couldn't understand why everything was
going the opposite of his usual day.  Why had his life taken this sudden
turn into the Twilight Zone?  This had to be some kind of an elaborate
Halloween prank or a really bad nightmare, so maybe if he went to sleep
everything would go back to normal when.  A few minutes later, J.J. drifted
off into a very restless slumber.

"Honey, wake up and come down for dinner," his mother urged, as she gently
shook him.  "Your father's home and the food is on the table."

Lethargically, J.J. got up and went into the bathroom.  As he splashed some
water on his face, he looked into the mirror again.  Nothing had changed.
Hesitantly, he went downstairs and discovered his father was already seated
at his place at the table.

"Tough day today?" his father asked, as J.J. approached the table.

"Yeah, a very strange day too," J.J. answered.  "I didn't even practice
with the football team."

"That doesn't surprise me, since you never do, even if you are wearing my
old jersey today," his father responded.  "You must have been really tired
though, because you were totally zonked out when I checked in on you after
I got home.  You didn't even hear us when we called you for dinner, so your
mother had to go up to get you."

"Dad, am I an athlete or not?" J.J. asked, directly.

His father looked at him oddly before he answered.

"Well you've never been very good at sports, son, but that's never bothered
you before," his father confirmed.  "What's suddenly come over you, or is
this just part of the Halloween costume you're wearing?  Your mother told
me you looked good in my old jersey when you wore it to school today, and I
agree."

"Yeah, I guess that must be it," J.J. agreed, dropping the subject.

He was even more rattled than before.  This whole day had been really
strange and the nap didn't improve the situation.  Now, he began to wonder
what lay in store for him tomorrow?

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The following morning, when J.J. awoke he raced to the bathroom, because he
was anxious to see if things were back to normal.  Unfortunately, the face
staring back at him in the mirror was the same one that greeted him the
previous day.  He thought about faking being sick, so he didn't have to go
in today, but decided against it.  He figured this situation would either
eventually sort itself out or he might be able to find some clues as to why
this was happening.  Therefore, he took his shower, as he normally would.

When he went to look for something to wear, he put on another pair of boxer
briefs and then searched the closet for the least objectionable shirt and
pair of pants in there.  As he looked at his choices, he thought to himself
that he'd rather go naked than put on any of those outrageous garments.  He
certainly wouldn't go out in public in any of them.

"Feeling better this morning?" his mother asked, as he strolled into the
kitchen.

"Yeah, I guess so," J.J. answered.

"Sit down and I'll fix you some scrambled eggs and toast," his mother
offered.  "Would you like some bacon or sausage to go with that?"

"No thank you, Mom.  The eggs and toast will be fine," J.J. replied.  At
least he was eating fairly normally.

When J.J. got on the bus, Barry called to him again.  Even though he wasn't
happy about it, he went back to sit with him, because he hoped Barry might
be able to shed some light on his current predicament.

"Barry, have I ever been athletic?" J.J. asked, almost as soon as he took
his seat.

Barry nearly choked when he heard this question, but managed to control
himself and respond.

"Not ever, at least not with the types of sports you're referring to,"
Barry answered.  "You've never been very good at throwing any type of ball
successfully, at least not without being told you throw like a girl, and
you even sucked at kickball.  Whenever we played it in gym class, you'd
either miss the ball completely or only kick it a couple of feet.  It would
also be a small miracle if you ever caught a ball that was kicked at you.
Sports just aren't your thing, sugar, but you do have other talents."

"What other talents?" J.J. followed.

"Lover, you know what other talents," Barry answered.  "Besides your
ability to get good grades, you can be a real tiger in bed.  Grrrrr."

J.J.'s mouth dropped open and his face suddenly felt hot.

'My God, am I blushing and do I really do those sorts of things with
Barry?' J.J.  wondered.

"Um... uh... are we... uh... like boyfriends?" J.J. stammered.

"No, Tiger, we're not," Barry answered.  "We're friends and like each
other, just not that way.  Wait!  Are you telling me you don't remember the
times we messed around with each other, before we found that out?"

Barry looked shocked that J.J. had forgotten about their intimate times
together, while J.J. was purely mortified by the idea that he'd done things
with this faggot.

'Holy shit!' J.J. thought.  'Am I the Queen Fairy in this play?'

Fortunately, the bus pulled up in front of the school about then and
J.J. hurried off the bus and headed to his locker.  Today, he didn't speak
to anyone and tried to avoid all of his old friends.  However, as he was
leaving his locker, another one of the jocks bumped into him and knocked
everything out of his hands.

"Damn it, Evan, what the hell did you do that for?" J.J. fumed.

"Are you speaking to me, fag?" Evan asked, while bending down and putting
his face almost against J.J.'s.

"Come on, Evan," J.J. began.  "You know I'm not a fag.  We play baseball
together."

"You... play baseball?" Evan scoffed.  "I don't think so."

"Yeah, I'm a pitcher and the shortstop," J.J. clarified.

"Pitcher!" Evan laughed.  "From the stories I've heard, if I were to use
your gay lingo you'd be called the catcher, not the pitcher."

Everyone in the hallway was laughing, some even roaring at this last
comment, so J.J. slipped away quietly while Evan went around collecting
high-fives from a few of the others.

J.J. somehow managed to make it through the rest of the morning unscathed,
but he was very careful at lunchtime to make sure no one was able to trip
him.  He was actually beginning to feel good about spoiling everyone else's
plans to see him humiliated again, when he remembered that he had
P.E. later.  Not only that, but he'd also have to attend the planned class
activity today, along with the other non-athletes, instead of being able to
go to the weight room to work out.  He certainly wasn't looking forward to
this or being in the locker room with those other jerks.

J.J. made it through the next couple of periods quite easily and then
headed for the locker room to change.  He quickly slipped into his gym
clothes and started toward the gym, although he did get bumped a few times
by some of the others and knocked into the lockers.  Damn, that combination
lock certainly did hurt when he was jammed up against it.

The P.E. class was working on football skills and today they were supposed
to throw the football accurately at a target.  His instructor had a series
of hoops set up for them to throw at.

"Ok, Johnson.  It's your turn.  See if you can impress me this time," the
teacher told him.

J.J. picked up the football, gripped it and got ready to throw.  He'd done
this thousand of times before, but this throw didn't go as planned.  For
some strange reason, the ball slipped out of his hand before he was ready
to release it.

"Johnson, that was pathetic," his instructor chided.  "I think the ball
went higher in the air than it traveled forward."

"It slipped.  Let me try again.  Please," J.J. pleaded.

The instructor nodded, so J.J. grabbed another football.  This time he
threw it forward, but not nearly as far or as accurately as he normally
would have.

"Not bad, Johnson," the instructor observed.  "You got it halfway to the
hoop this time and that's better than you've ever done before."

J.J. just couldn't understand it.  Not only did he look different, but he'd
also lost all of his athletic abilities too.  If that wasn't bad enough,
he'd also discovered that he acted totally the opposite from how he was
normally.  Even though he didn't want to think about it, he'd been told he
was gay and had messed around with Barry, along with some others.  On the
high school social ladder, he'd managed to slip from the top rung to the
very bottom one, basically overnight.

Then, when he went to take his shower after class, he ended up getting even
more shit.

"Get the hell away from here and wait until we're done, fag," one of the
guys in the shower yelled.  "We don't want you perving on our dicks and
getting boned up in here.  Just go back to your locker and you can shower
when we're done."

"But I've got to get to class," J.J. protested.

"Too fucking bad," the guy replied.  "You're not coming in here with us, so
scram."

J.J. did what he'd been told, rather than to get into a fight over it.  He
knew he no longer had the strength, or ability, to stand up to the fucking
assholes and didn't feel like getting his ass kicked.  At that same moment,
J.J. had another frightening thought.  Up until yesterday, he would have
been just like that asshole and it certainly wasn't any fun being on the
receiving end of the comments and abuse.

J.J. caught the bus home that afternoon and went straight to his room after
entering the house.  He didn't come down again until his mother called him
for dinner.  Once he'd finished eating, he went back up to his bedroom
again and stayed there for the rest of the night.  He didn't know how he
was going to survive living like this or even if he wanted to.

		*    *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When J.J. woke up the following morning, he dragged himself to the bathroom
and began to brush his teeth.  When he caught his reflection in the mirror,
he was in for another surprise.  He saw his old familiar face staring back
at him in the mirror this time, not the one he'd seen for the past couple
of days.

Suddenly, he decided to glance down to see if the rest of him was back to
normal and let out a whoop of joy when he spotted his chest hair was back
too.  Hopefully, he thought, everything else will be as it should, so he
held his breath and reached down to pull out the waistband on his boxers
and peeked inside.  He immediately began to breathe again when he noticed
his pubes were still there too.  That was good, because he definitely
didn't want to be in the locker room with his teammates if his groin looked
as if it belonged to some elementary student.  Suddenly, his world was
right again.

After going back to his room, J.J. found his clothes back where they should
be as well, so he got dressed quickly and raced downstairs.  He bid his
mother good morning and then sat down at the table.

"Mom, what day is it?" he asked.

"Why it's Halloween, of course," his mother answered.

'What?  I've got those two days back again?' J.J. thought, as he considered
the ramifications of this news.

He was actually giddy as he ate his breakfast and then hopped in the car to
drive to school.  He was thrilled that everything seemed to be back to
normal and he had those two days to do over again.

'Did I just dream that I'd lived these two days before or was it real?"
J.J.  wondered.  'Did all of those horrible things actually happen to me or
was it just a bad dream?  If they did happen, then why is everything back
to normal again?  Was I sent back in time, so I'm back where I started?'

Thinking of the other changes he'd experienced during that period as well
(his different physical appearance, lack of athletic skills and sexual
orientation), J.J.  knew it couldn't have just been about being shifted in
time.  He'd been a totally different person.

'Did I slip into another dimension then, where I actually was a fag?  If
that's what happened, then how did I return to my old life?' he wondered.
'If I switched places with a guy from another dimension, then I wonder how
he made out in my world, while I was in his?'

Regardless of how it happened or what might have taken place with the other
guy, if there even was one, this J.J. was going to enjoy being himself
again.  The only difference was that he wasn't exactly the same guy any
longer -- he had changed.

After he parked his car, he quickly met up with his friends and they stood
just outside of the main entrance to the school and chatted.  That's when
the bus J.J.  had ridden the past couple of days pulled up and the students
unloaded.  When Barry got off the bus, he started to walk up to enter the
building and one of J.J.'s friends made a move toward Barry, so he could
harass him.  When J.J. saw what he was up to, he grabbed his friend's arm
and stopped him.  The guy turned and looked at J.J. puzzled.

"Leave him alone," J.J. stated, softly and calmly.  "In fact, let's leave
them all alone.  I don't think we should pick on anyone else any longer.
Ok?

"What the fuck's up, J.J.?" his friend responded.

J.J. had to think quickly and come up with an excuse for his change in
attitude.  Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Over the weekend I heard some awful news about one of my cousins," he
began.  "He's a nice kid, but pretty small for his age, so he was getting
picked on a lot where he goes to school."

"Is your cousin a fag?" one of his friends asked, while ignoring everything
else J.J. had said.

"No, he's not gay, just really small and not very athletic, so he got
picked on anyway," J.J. announced.  "We heard that he had been really
miserable at school, because of all the crap he was getting from some of
the other students.  In fact, it got so bad for him that he even tried to
kill himself, just so he wouldn't have to go to school and get picked on
any longer.  Luckily, his parents found him in time to get him help, so he
didn't die, but he's still in the hospital.

"After I learned what happened to him," J.J. continued, "I watched some
videos of other kids talking about what it was like to get harassed at
school all the time and how it makes them feel.  I also watched some of
those 'It Gets Better' videos, so now I feel bad about the things I've done
to the kids at our school and I'm going to change."

"Is this another one of your jokes," one of his friends wondered.

"This is no joke!" J.J. confirmed.  "I've just decided that I don't want to
be responsible for someone killing himself, just because I made his life
miserable.  That's why I don't want any of us to pick on the gays, or
anyone else from now on.  Not only that, but we're also going to stop those
who are bullying others too."

"Can we at least pick on the guys who are still doing the bullying then?"
one of his buddies countered.

"Yes.  Warn them first, but if they continue to pick on others, then you
can go after them the same way we used to go after the gays," J.J. agreed.
"However, you can only do something to them when you catch them picking on
someone else.  If they stop doing those types of things, then you don't
pick on them any longer either."

"Are you sure about this, J.J.?" one of the others asked.  "We know how you
hate fags."

"Maybe I used to, but I don't any more," J.J. answered.  "After hearing my
cousin's story, I realized how bad it was for him to have to put up with
the same types of things we were doing to guys here.  I know now how awful
it can make someone feel, so we've got to stop doing those things from here
on out."

After saying this, J.J. had another sudden thought, so he added another
statement to cover up his fabricated justification.  The reason he'd given
them hadn't been a complete lie, because he'd just attributed some of his
recent experiences and feelings to one of his cousins.  In fact, J.J. had
also briefly considered suicide, if he would have had to continue living
that other life, because he didn't think he could handle the constant
abuse.

"Just don't say anything about any of this to my parents or anyone else
either, and definitely don't mention anything about my cousin to them,"
J.J. warned them.  "My parents feel really bad about what happened to him
and how he reacted, so I don't want to let them know we were doing the same
things to people or dig up those bad memories and make them live it all
over again."

Although his friends weren't sure about this at first, they eventually
agreed to go along with his suggestions.  After all, J.J. was the top dog
in the senior class and they didn't want him turning on them next.  They
liked being J.J.'s friends, especially when you considered all of the
benefits that seemed to come along with that title.  It not only translated
into the increased status they enjoyed at school, but it also included
having many of the cutest girls wanting to hang around with them.

After a while, things did get better at school and no one was being picked
on any longer, at least no one that J.J. heard about.  Even though many of
the other students didn't understand J.J.'s sudden change of heart, they
eventually went along with his hands off policy and laid off the other kids
too.  It may have only happened because they knew they'd become the target
if they didn't, but the harassment ended, nonetheless.

This may have only taken place in one school, which means it only made a
small dent in the bullying that goes on in the world, but J.J. did manage
to produce a small cultural change locally.  Even though J.J. didn't
receive any formal recognition for what he'd done, he did get immense
satisfaction whenever one of his former victims came up and thanked him for
ending their torment.  This time, he understood exactly what they meant,
since he had experienced it too, although not for quite as long as they
had.


THE END


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