If I'm honest, I wasn't at all surprised when only two other people turned up for the house party that night, but I couldn't help but suspect whether or not it was originally planned that way.
I'd rather not get into detail, but weeks before that night, I had a fall out with Rebecca Keane, my ex-girlfriend. Maybe it had something to do with her obsessive behaviour, maybe it was me just being selfish, or maybe it was the significant terror that I suffered when she transformed me into a little girl, but whatever the reason, in the end, it was the right choice. I couldn't spend my time with such an insane girl, but then again, my current girlfriend was really no different.
Hayley Watkins, one of the brightest girls in college, had also come out of a bitter relationship with her boyfriend. She was in the same classes at me, and we spoke quite a lot before we both actually mustered the courage to ask each other out, but ever since that night, to be frank, we've been at it like guinea pigs! She had long, dark blonde hair and dark eyes to match and, although she was slightly chunkier than most girls in college, and was not as outgoing as most of them, she was really sweet, and I was very lucky to have her. Or so I thought.
We were going out with each other for over a month, and in celebration, Hayley decided to throw a house party, since her parents were out of town for the entire week. As I've already stated, she was not as outgoing as most girls, so when she invited most people from college, only a select few actually replied. In fact, excluding myself, the only two people to actually turn up were her closest friends, the tall, slim Rachael Ellis and the wide bookworm Phillipa Jones. With this turnout, the girls decided to call it a sleepover instead, something that I was not happy about. I don't mean to sound like the jealous night, but I wasn't in a positive mood that night, not just because none of my own friends turned up, and not because Hayley wanted to spend the night gossiping with her friends instead of spending intimate time with me, but because of what happened next.
After the clock struck at midnight, the girls were all sitting on Hayley's bed, as I pouted in the corner of the bedroom, with my head in my hand. They were giggling amongst themselves, from what I could make out, snickering about me in particular. I couldn't help but notice a sinister glance from Hayley, as if she had something mischievous in mind. At first, I thought that we were finally get together for the first time that night, but as the other two girls turned around to face me, she climbed off her bed and presented me with some kind of bottle.
I looked inside the bottle. It contained some kind of liquid, with qualities resembling blackcurrant squash, but I was more concerned with the devilish look on Hayley's chubby little face. Of course, I asked what it was, but I did not like the reply.
"Why Alan," she responded as the other girls giggled in the background, "Why don't you have a taste and find out for yourself?"
Of course I was hesitant, I had no idea what was inside the bottle, and I had no idea what was going to happen to me, but when the three girls started to become a little more persuasive, I reluctantly obliged. As Hayley opened the bottle, I tilted my head and opened my mouth. She poured the liquid down my throat, disregarding my inability to gulp, as if she was going to pour the entire bottle down my throat. After a few gulps, I pushed the bottle from my face, slightly confused at the sudden height I had to raise my hand to do so. I opened my eyes, only to find that Hayley was now looking down at me.
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