"Jasmine" suddenly stopped.
This wasn't her. Well, it was HER but it wasn't Adam as her. If it wasn't for this sudden notice, Adam would've been Jasmine for all intents and purposes.
Adam proceeded to sit down and take things in. She didn't just become "Jasmine" as he imagined her to be physically, but also became her in her apparent mannerisms and thoughts. Could be a timid at-home mom who did a quick commercial gig for all she knew but that didn't matter, the changes included her perception caused by the commercial. And that was some man-lusting slut.
Adam looked at the mirror at "Jasmine" one last time, doing a quick lewd shake for good measure, then concentrated on changing back. He did, with a white t and jeans. He could argue the ethics of creating potentially valuable clothing from nothing, or how such things appeared, but he would think more about that tomorrow with Dr. Yorva.
Adam proceeded to hit the hay and hoped that whatever the slept would bring, he would be himself tomorrow. He could only imagine what could happen if he changed due to an idle dream, a wet fantasy, or a nightmare.