"It's a magic flashlight," you admit.
"Yeah, right," he scoffs.
"Really!" you insist. "If you shine the pink beam it makes you more feminine, and the blue light makes you more masculine. Just be careful because it-"
Gene has already turned the light on, and his legs are bathed in blue. Muscles ripple and bulge in his legs, and at the crotch his package swells a little. He quickly shuts it off when he sees the changes, realizing you were telling the truth.
"-changes reality for everyone else," you continue, noticing nothing (mostly because you were watching the road at the time, but also because you wouldn't have noticed any changes).
"Whoa!" Gene says. "You weren't lying!"
"Of course I wasn't," you say, sparing a glance at him. For some reason, he's staring down at his legs like he's never seen them before, even though you know how long he took building up that muscle. Then you notice something else: he's pointing the flashlight at you. "Hey!"
"Watch the road!" Gene says, his tone genuine enough to make you look ahead. Fortunately you're in no danger, but by the time you glance back at him he's just turning off the flashlight. You risk a glance down.