You scowl at Tony and sneer, “What, wearing lifts now, little man?” You’ve had it with your step-father’s bossy ways and, clearly, his looming height is some sort of lame trick to intimidate you. You don’t let it. “I’m going out and, frankly, I don’t need your permission,” you say. “I’m a big boy, now, ‘dad’.”
As you push past and out onto the street, you hear Tony chuckle under his breath, “Not for long...”
After adjusting your car seat (Scott must’ve been messing with it again) you drive off to meet Jason at “After Dark”, the bar the two liked to hang out at when they needed to unwind. Thinking back to the tricks that your step-brother, Scott, was playing with your clothing, you wonder if he and Tony are trying to mess with your mind. Could either of them know about your interest in guys?
It would be like those two homophobes to try to pick on you in new and creative ways. At least you’re big, strong, and keep fit. When you were smaller -younger- and your Mom wasn’t around to protect you, Scott made your life miserable. But, when you reached sixteen, you blossomed and got huge.
It wouldn’t surprise you that both those assholes had decided to try something new -something psychological- to torment you … especially if they’d found out about your orientation.
You pull up outside “After Dark” and get out of your car. The curb makes you sumble over your loose pants and you curse as you drop your quarters on the ground.
“Hey, fellah; I got it,” a guy says, walking up.
He’s cute, boyish looks and probably only just eighteen, but he plugs the meter for you with several quarters and winks. You smile gratefully in return.
“Thanks,” you say.
“Any time, little fellah,” he replies.
Before you can ask him what he means, he walks off.
He did seem rather tall (rather big in all ways actually) so that probably explains it.
You feel suddenly a bit dizzy and lean against your car’s door to steady yourself. You feel the car sliding up against your back and your clothes start feeling heavy and binding. What the hell was going on? You look around for Jason, but your friend is nowhere nearby yet. You’ve parked around the corner from “After Dark” but you can hear the thumping bass from here. The line of usuals was probably already queueing up in front. You decide to see if you can slip in the back.
Heading down the alley past the trash bin, you get to the dimly-lit back door to the club and notice just how weird everything looks.
The doorknob is chest-height and the door looks huge! Your dizziness hasn’t worn off as you stumble forward, your normally tight-fitting shorts falling down around your ankles. Only the elastic band of your underwear keeps them from falling off and embarrassing you, further.
“What th’ fuck...?”
You try to steady yourself but the world will have none of that.
Stumbling away from the door, you realize that the world is getting … bigger!
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