Jeff pressed ENTER, confirming the computer's request to alter the world to fit--after all there was no way that he could pass himself off as a teenager now. Once again the hourglass appeared and suddenly Jeff felt lightheaded, staggering back as the world went blurry--
And then just as quickly as it came the dizziness vanished. Jeff jerked upright, his feet hitting hardwood where there'd once been carpet, and his eyes widened as he took in the new room he was standing in. Where once had been a teenager's room decorated with posters and books was now a tidy adult's room. A king-sized bed took up most of the room and the Chronivac was now sitting on a dresser, on which sat a large mirror which gave Jeff a perfect view of his masculine adult body.
Jeff cracked open the bedroom door, listening for the tell-tale noise of his family only to hear nothing but silence. He crept from his room, completely nude, and made his way down the hall and into a living room which was much different from the one he was used to. A thin TV hung on the wall across from a modern couch and as he made his way into the kitchen he found everything to be steel and chrome, unlike the homey kitchen his mother loved so much.
Jeff made his way back to his room in awe, stopping to stare at himself in the mirror. His hair was short on the sides, bleeding right into the dark beard which covered his entire jaw and reached down into the thick mass of curls covering his pectorals. Jeff lifted one massive arm, his bicep as thick as his neck and covered with dark hair as well; he could scarcely believe that an hour ago he had been a wimpy teenager.
Several pictures decorated the dresser and he leaned down to examine them, growing more elated as he took in the new history. The pictures showed his family, his brother and sister still the same age but Jeff towering over them. Streaks of grey had appeared in Elias' hair--likely a result of Jeff aging himself--and his mother looked a bit heavier, but nothing too drastic. There was even a picture he remembered from his old life, except where an seven-year-old Jeff had been playing with his baby brother was now a shirtless hairy teenager cringing as said baby yanked on his chest curls.
Jeff dug through his drawers, amazed to find underwear, tank tops, and T-shirts all sized to his new body. He even found a suit hanging in his closet, a sign that this new adult him had a new adult job to go with it. In the bathroom he found a wide assortment of hair trimming tools and--his jaw actually dropped--a plethora of sex toys.
He blew out a breath, both amazed and a tiny bit terrified of how drastically things had changed. He couldn't help but wonder...