"...I'm not interested in any of your "fun". I don't know how you-you did," Mark gestured down towards Alyssa's lovely body with her lithe, though muscled arms, "THIS, but if you don't fix us NOW, I'm going to start screaming my head off until the rest of the class and Mr. Jones come running!" It wasn't the best threat, but it was all Mark could think of in his panicked, fighting of the throes of hysterics, state.
The stranger chuckled. "You're feisty kid, I'll give you that." he complimented him, his Boston-accent fairly thick. "You're also seriously underestimating me, and the thoroughness of your "situation".
Alyssa, her pretty blond head affixed to Mark's former, thin, and very male body groaned and stirred a bit down on the ground beside Mark. The young man jumped at the noise, goose-pimples forming on his new exposed legs, arms, and shoulders. Whether those goose-pimples were from the chill to the forest air or his own creeped-out state, he didn't take the time to ascertain.
"Why would you even do this to us?!?!? What is the point?!?!?" Mark was equally frightened and pissed off at this point. He took a few steps toward the stranger, balling Alyssa's former hands into fists.
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