This is my straight gym buddy, or at least he used to be. He had no idea I was gay, or that I was into him, or that I was secretly a powerful sorcerer. I tried to deny my feelings for so long, but I should have known better. My powers are controlled by my emotions, and neither are meant to be bottled up. I'm supposed to cast small spells here and there to vent a little steam and I need to be open and honest about my emotions so that I don't they don't get bottled up and fester. I tried to repress my feelings for him, because i didn't want to ruin our friendship, then one day as we were heading in, he dropped his keys, and when he bent over to pick the up explosion of erotic lustful energy burst out of me. Next thing I know my once hetero sexual gym buddy had become a sexualized parody of himself, his cargo shorts sliding down his ass revealing that his compression boxer briefs had been replaced with a jock strap. His already beastly body had been refined and sculpted to perfection. And most importantly, the way he looked at me had gone from fraternal familiarity to lustful submission. There's no way to revese the changes of a subconscious spell like this, but after the rendevous in the showers we had later on, I don't think I would ever want to.