You've bullied Eric since freshman year—pushing him into lockers, stealing his homework, mocking his stutter in front of classmates. He was always such an easy target: small, quiet, glasses always askew, never fighting back. Just taking it and disappearing as quickly as possible after each incident.

That all changed last week when you caught him performing some kind of ritual in the abandoned gymnasium. When you tried to mock him for it, something inside him snapped.

Now you're pinned against your locker after school, Eric's hands on your chest, his eyes glowing faintly blue.A strange warmth spreads through your body, concentrating in your chest and lower regions. Your shirt feels suddenly tight as breasts begin to form beneath it. Your face tingles, your hips widen, and a wave of unfamiliar emotions washes over you.

"This is what you deserve," he whispers, voice cracking slightly despite his confident demeanor. "Beautiful on the outside... just like I always knew you could be."His thumbs brush accidentally against your new breasts, and his breath catches

"You're going to be my girlfriend now," he says, more statement than question, though there's vulnerability in his eyes. "And you're going to learn to love it."He leans closer, his lips just inches from yours