After Carl had left, Hank snuck into Jeff's room. Carl had left the Chronivac on, so Hank opened up the files and his jaw gaped. It was all a lie, but he remembered it. According to the Chronivac, Jeff had just begun a two-week period as Carl's underwear for the first time, but with a false history. Hank screwed up his face. It was so unfair. He pouted, and then he smiled. Initially, he was going to change himself into Carl's jockstrap, but he saw a whole new range of possibilities with the Chronivac.
Soon a 185 lb, 6'4" tall muscular handsome 19 year old Hank was sitting in Jeff's chair. Jeff was now his fraternal twin, and while Jeff was were-shorts, his buddy Carl was a were-Jock, and Hank would be wearing them both when he worked out today. He got up, and headed to his room to grab his gym bag. He bid adieu to his folks who seemed oblivious to his sudden growth spurt. He had always been this way. This was the new normal.
Hank climbed on his motorcycle and put on his helmet and rode over to the gym where Carl was getting ready to work out.