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geekygraphic · 8 months ago

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A brief revenge

Another one from my Patreon. Enjoy!

Part 1

Chris had always been part of group of cool kids at school. He was good looking and social. His parents had enough money to buy him expensive clothing and his slightly punky style made him stand out and gain the interest of many girls. He worked out regularly and was quite strong for his age. This resulted in a feeling of power over weaker boys who he’d regularly pick on. He very much enjoyed bullying the geeky and nerdy kids and often made fun of other boys when he caught them wearing briefs, or even worse: tighty whities. This placed him even higher on the social ladder giving him a good reputation among the cool kids. One day something strange happened though. When the last class of the day was done Chris was standing next to his open locker checking his phone. The school was mostly empty apart from a few teachers and other students. Chris was admiring the pictures he took of some nerd he wedgied earlier when that very boy approached him. His white briefs were still sticking out of his pants, matching the pair of white socks visible under his highwater brown slacks. With some form of confidence the boys quickly walked up to Chris. ‘What do you want, dweeb. Haven’t you had enough for today?’ Chris said laughing at the small boy. The boy then frowned and raised his right arm. He proceeded to snap his fingers. While he did that the world around them became blurry and dark. A teacher that was crossing the hallway in the back froze in place and a cold wind started to blow through the hallway. ‘What is this? What are you doing?’ Chris asked, a little afraid. It was as if time was frozen. The nerd started to talk with a noticeable lisp due to his braces. ‘I am fed up with your bullying! I think it’s time that you learn your lesson. You think I WANT to be a nerd? My mom keeps me in briefs and wont buy me other clothing. I can’t do anything about it and I will give you a taste of your own medicine!’ The nerd snapped his fingers again. A magical force grabbed the back of Chris’ boxers and pulled them up. ‘Aaaah!’ Chris screamed in pain form the first ever wedgie in his life. Then his underwear started to change. The red checkered fabric turned plain white as they formed a tight fit around Chris’ junk. With black marker the name CHRIS appeared on the inside of the waistband. The legholes of the newly formed briefs were visible above Chris’ punk style black jeans. The bright white created a sharp contrast to those pants. Then suddenly the force disappeared and the briefs snapped back down. Time started to flow again and the bur disappeared. ‘What the fuck did you just do to me?’ Chris asked the nerd, picking the white briefs out of his ass and pushing the waistband back down. ‘I’ve cursed you with these tighty whities. I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine. For 24 hours you cannot take them off, just like I cannot change since I have no other underwear. If you get through tomorrow without being wedgied they turn back into your boxers. But with every wedgie you receive, you’ll turn into a boy like me: a nerd. And the changes cannot be reversed. Receive enough wedgies and you will lose your old body and life, turning into the biggest loser of the school.’ The nerd said laughing. Chris noticed that his underwear had shifted into his old boxers, the checkered fabric was visible above his pants. Anger and frustration filled his body. ‘Pfff, that’s easy you dweeb. I am not like you and I will never be. Underwear is so easy to hide, you’re not gonna succeed.’ Chris said laughing. The nerd just grinned and then walked away, leaving Chris in an empty hallway. Confused Chris closed his locker and went home. Chris soon kind of forgot about what happened until he undressed in his bedroom that evening. The bright white briefs formed a sharp contrast with his tanned and muscular body. He felt vulnerable and boyish in the small pair of underwear and could feel the power radiating from them. He believed what the nerd had said to him and was genuinely afraid of becoming a victim to this curse. For a brief moment Chris considered acting to be ill, but he knew his mother was never going to believe that. He tried putting a pair of boxers over them but he found out his underwear drawer was empty. There was no way of cheating this curse, he had to go in head first. The only thing he could do was try to hide the briefs for the whole day at school and hurry home as soon as possible. Anxious of the next day Chris went to sleep. The next day came quickly and upon waking up, Chris realized this could become the worst day in his life. Unfortunately for him they were a high waisted kind of briefs so he was forced to choose the pair of jeans which he could pull up the highest to try to hide his underwear. ‘I’m already becoming a nerd without the help of magic.’ Chris thought. He decided to wear a baggy hoodie which could conceal the high jeans and possible the underwear. Upon entering the school Chris became extremely nervous. There was a strange feeling around his cross. It was as if the magic pair of briefs was trying to get attention, as if it wanted to be seen. Chris desperately tried to keep his arms down and his hands in his pockets so his pants would not sag. The first class of the day passed relatively fast and Chris’ nerves calmed a little. Maybe this was not going to be so bad after all. He started to chat with his friends during his break and all tension left his body while he was starting to forget about the whole situation. Unconscious of his actions, while listening to a story his friend was telling, Chris leaned forward and let his head rest on his arms. His hoodie rose up ever so slightly above his pants while they came down a little, exposing the smallest amount of white fabric as possible. The table he and his friends were sitting at had no chairs, but benches with no backrest so it would only be a matter of time before someone would notice.

The conversation continued for a while but was suddenly interrupted by a passing friend of Chris. ‘Hey bro, nice trunks. Didn’t know you wore white!’ He laughed, looking at Chris’ white briefs visible above his pants. The grabbed the fabric and gave a friendly tug. The stretchy fabric was quickly pulled into Chris’ ass but the legholes were not visible. Chris’ eyes widened as he realized what had just happened. Luckily for him, his friend thought they were boxer briefs so he was safe, but he got wedgied although it was a small one. His friend snickered and took a seat next to Chris. Chris in turn picked the wedgie and pushed the briefs carefully back into his pants. Maybe this would be his only mistake. He had to be more cautious from now on. Even though the wedgie was small, it still counted. A strange feeling appeared around Chris’ crotch as the briefs started to heat up a little. He then noticed his pants were changing. The black pair of jeans turned dark brown while the fabric changed to corduroy. The legs became shorter, showing more of Chris’ lower legs and on top of that the whole pair pulled itself up until above Chris’ bellybutton. Next his black cotton ankle socks started to rise to around mid-calf while the fabric turned to itchy wool. Finally his trendy sneakers turned into black dress shoes. With these new pants, a lot of leg was visible. The white woolen socks created a sharp contrast between the brown corduroy and the black leather. Chris looked down in amazement. He looked ridiculous in these pants! The pushed them back down but a magic force kept pulling them up again. His nuts were being crushed under the pressure of the pants. Luckily for him nothing else changed this time. Apart from Chris, no one seemed to have noticed the change. They looked at Chris while he tried to comprehend what just happened. ‘Are you allright? You look like someone stepped on your grave.’ A friend said. ‘Yeah I’m okay.’ Chris answered. ‘I just need to visit the restroom real quick.’ Chris stood up and walked to the restroom. The stiff leather shoes made him walk a little clumsy which added to the dorky look of the pants and the bright white of the socks.

Part 2

Upon entering the restroom Chris was happy to see that nothing else had changed. Maybe he could still be saved. A different pair of pants he could live with. Maybe he could get corduroy to become trendy again. While Chris was lost in thought he did not notice someone approaching him from behind. It was the very same nerd who cursed him the day before. His small figure made him disappear behind Chris so he could not se him in the mirror. Suddenly a sharp pain shot through his ass. He turned around and saw the nerd he used to bully wedgie him with all force he had. It was not enough to a massive wedgie but it nonetheless did the job. The briefs heated up again. Chris walked up to the nerd and wanted to grab him when his power left his body. Chris grabbed the nerd’s shoulders and tried to turn him around but was unable to. He then saw that his arms were shrinking and his biceps were disappearing. He felt weak while all over his body, muscles started to shrink and deflate. His height remained the same but he became skinnier and skinnier. The nerd laughed and ran away. Chris tried to run after him but tripped over his own feet while they grew in size, becoming massive compared to his body. Laying on the floor a tears appeared in Chris’ eyes. This was the second wedgie of the day and he had already lost his power. He was afraid of what was going to happen next. He got up and quickly picked the wedgie to stop anymore changes from occurring. Just then his vision started to blur and a pair of thick framed black glasses appeared on his nose, which made the world around him seem clear again. Bringing his hands to his face and feeling the large frame Chris wanted to scream. He took the glasses off but quickly concluded the he was unable to function without them. Putting them back on he checked himself in the mirror. Next to his manly and handsome face they looked okay. He figured he was the only one in the school who could sport such a pair of glasses. If he could keep any more changes away from him he would be all right.

Chris left the restroom and went to his next class. He was very bad a math so he never looked forward to it. Upon entering the classroom he noticed he was the last to enter. The only seat left was one all the way in the front. Accepting his fate he put down his bag and sat down. He did notice receiving a few stares due to his big pair of glasses but no one seemed to actually be bothered by them. The lesson started and Chris tried to focus on hiding his briefs from the world. This wasn’t easy since the high waisted briefs could quickly become visible above his pants. After a while Chris’ mind dozed off and he leaned forward again. Unfortunately for him he had not put the underwear back in his pants well enough. The waistband was slightly folded exposing his named written in black marker on it. A guy sitting behind him saw it and snickered. He grabbed the attention of his friends and pointed at Chris’ underwear. ‘Look he’s wearing undies his mom bought him. Let’s get him after class.’ He whispered to his friends. They nodded in agreement. After the lesson Chris quickly left and walked to his locker. He was searching his bag while he heard someone calling his name. ‘Hey Chris! What are you up to?’ Chris turned and saw he was being approached by the guy who sat behind him in class and his friends. They were all members of the football team and looked massive compared to Chris’ now skinny body. Fear started to build up in Chris’ body. He had to play cool, like there was nothing wrong. There was no way they could know about Chris’ situation. ‘Hey, I’m good man. There’s not much happening at the moment.’ Chris said a little nervous. ‘Oh yeah?’ He replied while taking a step forward. He grinned, towering over Chris. ‘I saw you bullying a poor nerd the other day. Don’t you think that’s unfair?’ He said. ‘The prick deserved it, he’s a big wedgie magnet.’ Chris replied. ‘You think? I think it’s a real dick move to pick on your own kind.’ ‘Wow, what do you mean dude? I’m not a loser or anything.’ Chris said, his voice trembling in fear. He looked down and could not help but feel small and pathetic. His skinny body was nothing compared to this jock. These new pants made him look like a dork and the shoes made him very clumsy. For a split second Jason accepted his fate. There was not much time to think though. ‘We’ll see about that you dork!’ The jock said while quickly grabbing Chris and turning him around. His pair of briefs, longing to be pulled up, had already pushed themselves above Chris’s pants so they would be visible. With ease the jock grabbed a handful of fabric and with a powerful pull he yanked a big part of the briefs up. An incredibly sharp pain shot through Chris’ ass. The jock lifted him off the ground with ease and started to bounce in up and down. The motion made the thick pair of glasses fall from Chris’ head and the world around him became blurry. He tried to kick around in the air which made him look even more pathetic and gave the briefs more room to wedge themselves between Chris’ ass. After a few ups and downs the leg holes became visible. This gave the jock the opportunity grab Chris’ arms and push them trough. This caused the wedgie to become even worse and Chris screamed in pain. During his pleading and shouting his voice started to change. It moved from a manly deep one to a nasal and wheezing one. The bouncing had caused his teeth to shift and protrude forward, giving him a bad lisp. The force of gravity had pulled down his nose, increasing it in size while his ears shifted until they pointed sideways. While still carrying Chris by his briefs the jock moved his face towards him and whispered in his giant ears. ‘I knew you were a wimpy dork. And you say that other kid was a wedgie magnet. For saying that you’re gonna spend a few hours thinking about those words.’ And with that he walked towards the restroom. There he found a hook on which he hung Chris by his own underwear. And with that he walked away while laughing.

The force of his own weight made the wedgie hurt a lot, but the brief just would not rip. With his arms stuck through the leg holes there was no way of escaping for Chris. For a minute he could not do anything. He started to sob realizing that this was the end. No wedgie could be worse than this one so he’d inevitably change again soon. And as he had figured it did not take long for more changes to occur. First his hoodie disappeared. There was no room for such a baggy piece of clothing in his wardrobe. Next, his black undershirt turned yellow. A tear appeared in the middle which quickly lined itself with buttons. The buttons then did themselves all the way to the top, where a red bowtie appeared. Compared to his face, the bowtie was enormous and the now ill fitting shirt made him look like a little kid. The short sleeves were puffy with his skinny little arms sticking out. On his wrist the fancy and expensive bracelet Chris was wearing changed into a cheap digital watch with a calculator build in. A pair of bright red suspenders slid over Chris’ shoulders, fastening themselves on his pants, pulling them up even further. Only to expose more white of his wool socks. Chris, of course was unaware of all of this since his glasses were still broken in the hallway. Luckily for him, a magical force moved the two parts back together. A piece of tape appeared to repair the frame and the reappeared on Chris’ nose. With his regained vision he noticed the new changes. This made sob even harder. His now nasal voice sounded like a little kid whining. His breathing got faster and he started to wheeze more. An inhaler appeared in Chris’ hand. He took a puff and immediately felt better. He figured he was going to have to keep doing that from now on. Then more of his body started to transform. His dark brown hair turned black and became extremely greasy, as did the skin of his face. His hair parted itself into a neat and formal style, with a noticeable cowlick in the back. All over his face, freckles and bright red spots appeared. On his buck teeth a pair of shiny braces were placed. Lastly, the pressure on his crotch became smaller as his dick and balls shrunk to boyish sizes.

With this final change his transformation was complete. The magical force that guided the whole transformation lifted Chris up and placed him on the ground. There he could free himself from the wedgie and push the underwear back into his pants. His shirt automatically tucked itself in his underwear, exposing his waistband to the world. Chris tried to push it down but it was no use, the waistband kept crawling up. He snorted and sighed. There was no going back now, he had become the person he bullied for so long. Defeated Chris left the restroom and went back to his locker. There he grabbed his Pokémon backpack and headed out. Chris arrived home quite late. He immediately noticed that his bedroom had changed. A big gaming CPU sat in his desk which was littered with cans and bags. His wardrobe had become significantly smaller and his kingsize bed had become a single one, covered in anime sheets. The wall were lined with posters of different science fiction movies and chemistry jokes. Chris opened the wardrobe which was empty. Defeated and extremely sad Chris undressed. Under his sheets he found a Pokémon pajama which he put on. He just wanted to sleep, hoping all of the changes would revert themselves.

During that night the changes became more permanent. Chris’ wardrobe started to fill itself. Hanging neatly were his different coloured short sleeved shirts. For each colour he had a matching bowtie and suspenders. A few pairs of formal pants appeared in different fabrics and patterens. A few pairs of khaki shorts lied besides his longs. His underwear drawer was a sea of white as pairs of tighty whities from differing cheap brands appeared. All of the waistbands had his name in them with black marker. More kneesocks in white black and grey appeared. In the bottom drawer a few pairs of dress shoes and sandals appeared. In his sleep Chris’ mind was altered as well. He was an A level student specializing in organistry. His name was Theodore and he was top of the school despite being a freshman. Unfortunately for Chris his old life was not erased though. While the rest of the world saw him as a puny little nerd, Chris would remember who he used to be. Yet his appearance and awful voice would make it hard for anyone to believe him.

After a short sleep Theodore opened his eyes. His vision was till blurry and his room still nerdy. Under the sheets he felt that he had another wet dream that night. His tiny dick was covered in drops of sperm. Theodore got up and put on his pair of briefs, not caring about the orgasm anymore. Getting ready for school he could not help but say to himself ‘Gosh d-darn! I am ready for another j-jolly day!’ While wheezing and snorting he clipped on his suspenders, straightened his bowtie and went out. But inside his mind Chris was still crying.

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geekygraphic · 8 months ago

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Boyfriend Twins No Longer

Derek was furious. Last night had been his 21st birthday and what should have been a blast had been ruined by all the jerks at that gay bar. “Boyfriend twins!” The taunt rung through his mind. Nobody had ever made fun of him and Arjun before! They didn’t even look that similar. After all, Derek might be tan but he could never be compared to Arjun. Sure they had both been wearing Abercrombie shirts and khakis in nearly the same hue, but lots of people dressed like that! And besides, Derek though their matching sneakers were cute. And yet, when they walked into that one queer bar in town, the hipsters all turned to them and immediately started laughing. The door guy asked if they were clones and the bartender asked if there was a 2-for-1 special at the Abercrombie shop. Like they were so cool just because they had piercings and tattoos! That didn’t make them unique! There were plenty of hipster “boyfriend twins” in that bar and nobody gave them any guff! Regardless, Derek couldn’t stop fixating on it. He hated being criticized by other gays after a lifetime of being mocked by straight people for being different. He glanced over at Arjun as he snoozed, admiring his butt in the matching pair of Andrew Christian briefs that they had actually bought in a 2-for-1 sale. Well damn, thought Derek, maybe we are a little similar. “Are you ok, hun?” Arjun asked, stirring from his sleep. Derek sighed and turned away. “You can’t be upset about the boyfriend twins thing, can you?” Derek harumphed and turned to his lover, unaware that the mystical forces that grant birthday wishes had decided to pay attention to Derek this year. “I just wish we weren’t so similar!” Derek said angrily. A lighting bolt cracked across the sky, scaring both of the boyfriends. “You’re being dramatic,” Arjun sighed as he got up from the bed. “Let me make you some coffee and we can do something fun for your birthday. Arjun headed out to the kitchen, his ass looking great in the jockstrap he was wearing. Wait, that wasn’t right, thought Derek. They had the same pair of underpants! “Arjun!” Derek cried. “What’s up with that jockstrap!?” “Uh duh, it’s what I always wear, bro,” Arjun yelled back from the kitchen. That didn’t seem right to Derek. He looked down at his own lap and noticed that he was now wearing a pair of plain Hanes tighty-whiteys. That definitely wasn’t right. He sat up and leaned over the edge of the bed but something else was wrong. His feet didn’t reach the floor anymore. Derek panicked and stood up. He looked in the mirror and something was off. Where they had both been a solid 5’11” before, Derek couldn’t be more than 5’8” now and he was looking leaner than usual. There was something weird going on with his hair but Derek couldn’t really discern it in the mirror. He grabbed his pair of thick black framed glasses from the end table and threw them on. His hair was paler, more red, than before and seemed to be stuck in a weird center part. This was not the haircut he had gotten a week ago. And wait a minute! Derek didn’t need glasses! He threw them off and the world turned into a total blur. Derek started to panic, breathing heavily and starting to hyperventilate. Arjun reentered the room, or at least Derek thought the blurry shape was Arjun—it seemed taller—and handed Derek a glass of skim milk. “What’s this?” Derek whined, his voice noticeably higher pitched. “Where is my coffee?” “You can’t drink coffee, bro,” Arjun laughed, his voice noticeably deeper. “You’re spastic enough as it is.” Arjun took a deep sip of his coffee. “Give me a sip of your coffee then!” Derek whined. Arjun laughed. “You need to put on your glasses dude.” Derek did as he was told and was shocked as the world came into focus. The Arjun in front of him was different. He was taller for one, at least 6’2” now, and substantially more muscular than he had been before. Whereas Arjun had always been clean shaven, he was now sporting a decent five o’clock shadow. Derek rubbed his face; it was now smooth where before he had been sporting the beginnings of a beard. And then Derek noticed Arjun wasn’t drinking coffee at all. He had a protein shake. “Something isn’t right!” Derek wheezed. Arjun rolled his eyes and handed him an inhaler. “You need to calm down bro. And use your inhaler. You know you’re not supposed to get excited. It’s time for us to get dressed and head to campus anyways.” “But it’s my birthday!” Derek complained, taking three short puffs of the inhaler. “So who cares!?” Arjun laughed. “Get out of my room and go get dressed!” Arjun’s room!? But they had shared a room for six months. Regardless, Derek felt too timid to argue and he shuffled meekly out of the room. Derek headed down the hallway and then noticed his backpack peeking out from their study. He opened the door and was shocked at what he saw. It wasn’t a study any more. It had turned into a bedroom. In the center was a twin sized bed with Pokemon sheets. The walls were decorated with anime posters and cardboard cut outs of Lord of the Rings figures. There was an entire shelf of trophies from Math League, Chess Club, the 24-Hour Coding Challenge, Klingon Karaoke. Whoever had this room was a total dork! And that’s when Derek saw it. A framed picture on the wall of a total dork with Patrick Stewart at a comic convention. The guy looked familiar even though he was wearing thick glasses and the nerdiest clothes Derek had ever seen. He looked closer and gasped. It was HIM. But this wasn’t right! This room belonged to a total dork and Derek wasn’t a geek! He barely even used his computer. And yet this room had a massive desk with multiple computers on them, running World of Warcraft! Derek looked at the picture again and shook his head. This couldn’t be right. He would never dress like this! And yet when Derek opened the closet. all the clothes matched those in the pictures. Plaid button downs, cheap pleated dress slacks, shiny leather shoes. None of it seemed right. “Hurry the fuck up and get dressed!” Arjun yelled from out in the hall. Derek had never heard him yell like that before. That wasn’t the Arjun he knew but something made Derek quiver. He did not want to make Arjun mad! He sighed and started getting dressed. He buttoned up the button down all the way to the top and felt compelled to add a too short black tie. He put on a pair of clashing brown slacks that stopped a couple of inches above his ankle and couldn’t stop himself from attaching a pair of red suspenders that yanked the waist of the pants up above his belly button. All of Derek’s socks were white crew socks now and they clashed with his black patent leather shoes but he could hear Arjun getting impatient so he threw them on in resignation. He was scared to make Arjun mad; something he had never felt before. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He looked like a total dork! He had definitely shrunk too! There was no way he was over 5’2” now. “HURRY UP DWEEB!” Arjun boomed from the living room. Derek grabbed his backpack and meekly shuffled out, his confidence totally eradicated. He gasped when he saw his boyfriend. Arjun towered over him now, standing at a solid 6’6”. Where he had been slightly muscled before, he was now a total meathead, weighing in at 300 lbs of pure muscle. The five o’clock shadow he had moments before was now a beard of epic proportion that came down to mid chest and his hair was up in an unruly and super masculine bun. Arjun’s muscles were massive… unlike anything Derek had ever seen and they were on full display as Arjun was now wearing a muscle tank that said “Give Me Deadlifts or Give Me Death” on it. On his legs, he wore tight black sweats that showed off every bit of muscle in his thighs and his massive calved. His arms were now dotted with tattoos and an 8 gauge septum piercing adorned his nose while double zero gauges rested comfortably in his ears. “S-s-s-since when do you l-l-l-lift weights?” Derek said, now aware that he stuttered. “S-s-s-s-since fucking forever, braceface,” Arjun laughed. Braceface? Why would Arjun call him that? But Derek reached up and touched his mouth and knew the answer. Huge clunky orthodontics were now glued to his teeth and when he caught his reflection in the mirror, he sighed. “You sh-sh-shouldn’t talk to your own boyfriend like that,” Derek implored. This sent Arjun into a series of hearty chortles. “Boyfriend!?” he laughed. “I would never date a dweeb like you, fuckwad. The only reason we live together is that the college said I needed to get my grades up if I wanted to stay on the weightlifting team and well, you’re too much of a fucking pussy to stand up to me when I ask you to do my homework.” Derek tried to argue but found himself getting too nervous. I guess I am too much of a pussy, he thought. “You’re right, Arjun,” Derek complied. Arjun rolled his eyes. “How many times have I told you? It’s AJ, not Arjun. Only my mom calls me Arjun. Now let’s get going.” Arjun grabbed Derek by the waist of his tighty whiteys, effortlessly lifting him up in a painful wedgie and carried him out the door. As they walked to campus, Derek felt all eyes on them. People were swooning over Arjun—er—AJ and pointing and laughing at Derek the whole way. He couldn’t stand it! AJ and Derek couldn’t be more different. That’s when it hit Derek. The wish. HE HAD WISHED FOR THIS. “Th-th-this isn’t what I wanted,” Derek said meekly as they arrived on campus. “Well I didn’t want to have to spend time with the university’s least attractive virgin but here we are,” AJ said as he dumped a bunch of books in Derek’s hands. “I’m going to need all these papers written by Monday so I can stay on the team.” “B-b-b-but-“ “No buts, dork!” AJ yelled as he shoved him towards the library. Derek looked at AJ with tears in his eyes. They had been so close, so in love, and now this was their life. More muscular hunks walked up to AJ as they started heading off to the gym. Derek turned meekly and started shuffling towards the library, his spindly legs giving him an awkward gait. “Hey nerd!” AJ yelled after Derek. “You forgot your student ID!” He flung it at Derek and it hit him right in the forehead, causing a chorus of laughs from AJ’s weightlifting bros. Derek struggled to pick it up from the ground without dropping all his books and gasped at his ID. For a brief moment, it listed the correct information: “Derek Parker, English Comp” before shimmering for a moment and changing. Derek blinked his eyes and looked at it again through this thick coke-bottle glasses. “Derwin Pimpleberg, Computer Science,” he sighed. Derek—make that Derwin—had totally changed, and all because of this stupid birthday wish. He headed into the library wanting to cry. Luckily, Derwin found academic achievement easy, which was great because soon AJ was making him do not only his homework, but also all of AJ’s weightlifting bros’ homework. AJ and his boys would come around on Saturdays and get wasted before heading out leaving Derwin alone to play World of Warcraft all weekend. While AJ would bring home a different stud every night to fuck, Derwin was alone reading fantasy novels and writing World of Warcraft fanfiction. And the noise from AJ’s heavy fucking made Derwin sad. Before the change, Derek and Arjun had had plenty of sex, but Derwin—well that was a different story. He was a virgin and try as he might over the next few decades, no one ever wanted to have sex with him and he remained a virgin forever. Eventually, the now roommates graduated but AJ didn’t want to let Derwin go. Why would he? Derwin was too meek to fight with AJ and would clean up after him, make his protein shakes, and wash his dirty gym clothes for him. Besides, whereas AJ’s degree was useless, Derwin’s computer science degree was a cash cow and Derwin was making tons of money consulting. Of course, AJ had made Derwin sign over all of his bank accounts to him so AJ could focus on professional body building instead of working, meaning that Derwin still had to wear cheap dorky clothes and couldn’t really afford to go out, not that he had any friends he needed to see. A few year later, Derwin had to go to his high school reunion and AJ decided to tag along. All of Derek’s friends were shocked to see that their old buddy was now a total nerd stereotype that went by Derwin but they were all enamored with AJ and joined in on mocking, ridiculing, and beating up Derwin. As his former friends hoisted him up the flagpole so he had to just dangle there in an atomic wedgie, Derwin sighed. He had wished that he and AJ were different and well, it couldn’t have come any more true.

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