At just twenty-one years old, Spencer was already the toughest lad on the estate. He was the hard man, the alpha male. He took pride in using his aggression to get what he wanted. The local gangs feared and respected him, and he was notorious with the police. He treated his girlfriends like shit, but they stayed with him because they wanted to be with the leader of the pack. Spencer was never afraid, Spencer never cried. Then one day, that all changed.

It was a hot summer morning, and Spencer was out on the road, drinking cans of lager with the lads. They were drunkenly jeering and shouting at passing cars, and generally causing trouble. Then a police car drove by, and Spencer dropped his shorts and waggled his sizeable cock at them tauntingly. Five minutes later, Spencer was in the back of the police car, under arrest for indecent exposure. He shouted, and swore, and banged his first against the windows until they finally arrived at the station and dragged him kicking and screaming into a cell.

A few hours later, Spencer sat quietly in the cell, thinking through how he would get his revenge on the police. Then one of the officers who had arrested him walked in. Spencer was ready to punch the officer in the face.

“You must be thirsty,” said the officer, passing Spencer a can of fizzy pop.

Spencer hadn’t drunk anything since arriving, so he aggressively grabbed the can, pulled the ring pull, and then took a large gulp. The drink tasted vile, and Spencer found himself choking.

The officer looked at him with a wry smile. “You’ve been a thorn in our side for too long Spencer,” he said. “It’s time for you to learn your lesson.”

“What was in that shit?!” asked Spencer, trying to spit the unpleasant taste from his mouth.

“Oh, just a little concoction I brewed up,” said the policeman. “I have a sideline in exotic potions that my colleagues don’t know about. After all, everyone needs a hobby, don’t they? Now, be a good lad and finish the drink.”

Spencer didn’t want to drink any more of the disgusting beverage, but bizarrely found himself obediently obeying the policeman and finishing it, grimacing at every gulp. Once the can was empty, he began to feel very peculiar.

“Very good,” said the policeman. “I can see it’s working already.”

“What, what do you mean?” asked Spencer in confusion. His voice soundly oddly squeaky.

“Just take a look at your arms,” said the policeman.

Spencer took a look at his arms, and was horrified to see that they appeared to be shrinking. The large biceps he was so proud of were vanishing before his eyes. Then he realised that it wasn’t just his arms, his whole body appeared to be shrinking and becoming thinner. The relatively tight muscle vest that he was wearing suddenly became baggy and oversized, as did his shorts. Beneath the fabric, he could even feel the weight of his once meaty appendage becoming less and less, transforming itself into a micropenis. Spencer crossed his legs in embarrassment.

“What’s happening to me?!” he asked fearfully, his voice sounding even squeakier now.

“The potion merely transforms a person into their true self,” said the policeman simply. “Perhaps, you are not really as tough as you thought you were.”

Spencer felt himself welling up, and he began to cry. He felt so weak now, so scared and emotional.

“Now now, don’t cry,” said the policeman. “You might find things are better this way. Once people discover their true selves they are always happier, in the end. Let me get you some clothes that will fit your new size, and then I will release you. I think you’ve learnt your lesson.”

“Thank you sir,” said Spencer in an oddly obedient way.

Half an hour later, Spencer was released. He caught his reflection in the window of a car, and couldn’t believe how weak and scrawny he looked now. He walked back to the estate, hopeful that his laddish mates would help him, but instead they didn’t recognise him, and when he claimed to be Spencer they just laughed and started to bully him mercilessly, forcing him to run away. Spencer cried all the way to the train station. He boarded the first train that arrived and hoped it would take him somewhere better. He knew his old life was over.

Sitting on the train, Spencer felt sad, desperate, and alone. Even worse, he kept of having these odd thoughts about his old mates. As cruel as they had been to him, he kept thinking about how much he admired their tough muscular bodies. They looked so powerful, and sexy. Spencer began to realise that his new life as a skinny sensitive twink was going to take some getting used to.

Six months later, everything had changed. Spencer was now a student in the nearby city, tirelessly studying during the day, and working in a contact centre in the evenings to make ends meet. He was still short, slim and skinny, but he didn’t really care. For the first time in his life he was comfortable in his own skin. His strong circle of friends, and his new boyfriend David, would never have believed that the quiet, sensitive student that they all knew and loved had once been a tough criminal thug. Sometimes Spencer didn’t believe it either, but that old life was a distant memory now. At last he had discovered his true self, and he was happy.