This was me. Before the curse. My name was Tom. I was hot, sexy, gingered...popular. I loved High School. So what if I picked on some people I shouldn't have. That doesn't mean I deserved to become someone completely different, does it? I guess I'll start at the beginning.
I was walking from first period to second period and the group I called the "Chubby Mexis" walked by. God, they were all so fucking fat and gross. I made fun of them almost every time I walked by them. I pushed one down and my friend laughed.
The leader looked me straight in the eyes and with a weird look in his eye said, "Tú que nos toma el pelo todos los días se convertirá en un oso como nosotros por el final de la escuela."
"Fuck you too buddy. Learn to speak English," I said as I pushed him against the locker and punched him in the gut. I didn't care. The principal wasn't going to give me detention or suspend me. Football star.
Lunch was weird. I was way hungrier than I usually was. Must have been from that awesome as fuck practice this morning. I thought as I started grabbing all of the crappy burritos and terrible tacos that the cafeteria had. I ate the in a flash and just wanted more. I spent all of my lunch money for like two weeks.
My shirt seemed tight but I figured it was just from eating all that food and would work it off at practice after school. As I walked to 5th period from lunch, my jeans felt super tight. I walked into a bathroom and noticed that my jeans were skin tight and my shirt was riding up my stomach. I looked in the mirror and it looked like my hair was shorter and...darker?
"Es no posible," I said looking in the mirror. "The fuck did I say that for?" I question as I decide to try and continue my day.
I was late for 5th period and my teacher barely recognized me for some reason. I guess I looked a little swollen, I thought maybe I need to do a cleanse or something after eating those terrible burritos. I sat down and heard a RIP. My jeans finally couldn't take it. But that wasn't what my classmates were laughing at. They were laughing at the giant fart that covered up that sound.
Some how, I made it through the rest of 5th and 6th period unscathed. I held my gas in and kept pulling my shirt down. I ran down the hall as soon as the bell rang and walked into one of the less used restrooms.
What I say in the mirror horrified me. My red hair was gone and in its place was short, black hair. My face was round and my skin was all more tan. My shirt was torn on the sides and my gut was huge. I had man boobs sitting on top. My legs were thick and my hands were pudgy.
"Estoy muy gordo!" I shout out loud in Spanish. Why Spanish?! I start freaking out as it gets easier to think in Spanish.
Just then the Chubby Mexi's ringleader walks in. He smiled at me and grabbed my belly.
"I like it. Welcome to the Cubby Oso's gordito."
From that moment on I was no longer Tom. I was Josue. And the other Cubby Oso's became my boyfriends and my gang at school. I really miss football and being me. But damn, I love a hot verga. I mean no, I love pussy...my oso pussy. Ugh, I hate what they've made me.
