Pop Quiz (Patreon)

A short rewrite of another papermoon357 story.

Nate was both brilliant and hard-working, neither of which I have beef with, but he was also the biggest self-important, pretentious prick you could imagine. He went out of his way to make others fail and to feel bad. Of all his unfortunate victims I had become his favorite target. Not because I was weak, but the opposite. With my 6'3" on a good day and genetics to easily pack muscles sports had always been something I enjoyed, and with that comes certain friends, habits, and stereotypes. I'm loud, I'm a team player always cheering people on, I'm competitive whenever given the chance, but super relaxed when there isn't a race.

Nate hated it all. He went out of his way to make me look like a dumb oaf, and I kind of let him. I knew I was keeping pace with the rest of the class and any energy Nate spent on me was energy diverted from someone less secure in themselves. Problem was Nate was brilliant and hard-working, and results had begun to show. His constant deliberate trip-ups of my work and set-ups to make me look stupid in front of the class had made my grades starting to slip. Just as I in earnest were starting to look for a solution one came to me gift wrapped.

It was shy Susan who came up to me between classes and asked if I was alright. I asked why I wouldn't be, and she said she saw what Nate was doing. I let the façade down a bit and admitted it was beginning to wear me thin. That's when she introduced me to karma cards and how they helped her get rid of the guy who had harassed her for years. I was surprised. Sure, she was shy and a bit different than other girls, but I had never seen anyone give her a hard time. She smiled a rare smile and told me that was the point.

Next lecture I took the seat next to Nate, who looked at me with surprise. "Pop quiz for you!" I said and gave him the sheet. "Put yourself in the position of a high school jock and describe your characteristics," the instructions read. And to help him along the text started "I'm a dumb jock and".

He looked back at me, still with a bit of surprise, but also of gleeful malice. He put the pen to the paper and the trap was closed. As he wrote furiously his clothes were replaced with something more relaxed in a blur, like the Flash had run through and made the change. His body was slowly expanding in all dimensions. Despite writing non-stop he shifted position in the chair to accommodate for his changing body. His clothes kept flashing to ever more athletic and loose-fitting items, showing more and more skin. His posture was getting more relaxed, his hair was fading in color growing into a mop shaped by constant wearing of a baseball cap. He let out a loud burp, but no one else was taking notice. It was like they didn't see him transform, or perhaps like what they saw was what they believed they had always seen.

I was just enjoying the show, knowing the questions on sexual preferences and practices were at the end of the sheet. I'm pretty sure Nate will write gay and raunchy. At least I hope he will because the caricature jock he's turning himself into is turning me on real bad.