You dodge the tornado that used to be your roommate, as you see plates and backpacks flying everywhere. The mask, which was solid and greenish-brown a couple minutes ago, has now covered Jeff's entire head, and had changed colors into a lively lime green. Out of desperation, Jeff tried to remove the mask from his head, but the tendrils dodged his fingers, and as much as he pulled from the edges the mask snapped back into place.
"Heeeelp meeee!" yelled Jeff, as the mask finally had a strong grip on his head, and then it started to infuse its wearer's body with untold mystical power. Then you watched as the body inside the tornado started to grow with massive muscle. Broader shoulders, squared pectorals, defined abs and huge biceps. Not only that, you notice his body being covered with manly hair all over.
And then, you see his shirt and pants shifting and changing... becoming blacker and blacker. Soon, they turned into a sleeveless leather jacket, thick leather pants, leather boots, leather cap... he was all covered in leather! In that moment, his mind started being influenced by the mask, as his social restrictions started being removed... making him feel free of inhibitions.
You try to reach him, but the powerful tornado is keeping you at bay. Meanwhile you can see your friend's eyes through the eyeholes of the mask, as they have become glassy and blurry. His brain started to fill with lust and perverse thoughts, as the mask transformed his straightness into pure homosexual desire. At this point Jeff stopped fighting it and embraced his new masked gay self.
And then, his transformation ended, as the tornado dissipated. Standing in front of you was Jeff... or at least, what Jeff was meant to be right now. He was now standing at seven foot five, his body how huge and muscular, and dressed in so much leather he reeked heavily of it. He was wearing a heavy leather vest full of spikes, which let his bulgy and hairy arms on display, and the vest was open to let his hairy chest and navel on full display. His legs were covered with tight leather pants that highlighted his round butt, leaving nothing to imagination. Lastly, his feet were wearing a pair of sturdy black boots, tall enough to reach his knees.
But the most bizarre and radical change was in his face. The mask was no longer a mask - far from it, it was like a new green face was covering on top of Jeff's. Now he sported a manly five o'clock shadow, a pair of seductive eyes, and perfectly combed hair that made the illusion he just stepped down from a motorbike.
"J--Jeff? Bud? Are you... alright?" you shyly ask, as the musclebound male in front of you watches his fingerless gloved hand, and he responds with a deep, sexy voice. "Oh, it's better than all right..." he exclaims. "Now I feel powerful, I am in control!" Jeff then flexes his right arm, not only showing his bicep hardened up but also his hairy armpit.
As he says that, you notice on his leather tight pants that a tent started forming... a very huge and pulsing tent, at that. This can't be good...