As you get back into the more populated areas of campus, you have to focus more on the road to avoid hitting the pedestrians. Gene takes the opportunity to switch the flashlight back to bright blue and shine it on your crotch. He holds it there until he can see a bulge growing in your pants, and still holds it until the bulge is almost obscenely large. Then he starts to sweep it over the rest of your body, avoiding your chest.
You shift slightly in your seat as you pull into the dorm's parking lot, trying to get comfortable with your oversized cock. Not for the first time you wonder why you didn't get rid of that monster when you changed the rest of your body to match your natural breasts; it seemed so awkward on a female body. You glanced down briefly. Well, perhaps not so awkward; after all, you didn't change the rest of your lower half. You blinked and looked at your reflection in the mirror, at that chiseled jaw with just a faint hint of stubble. You tried to remember what it was that you had thought was awkward. Your breasts? Certainly they stood out - in more ways than one - on your heavily-muscled body.
Meanwhile Gene was watching you with silent amazement. The flashlight did far more than he ever thought it could, and he decided he could find a lot of uses for it. First, though, he decided to undo your changes; he was horny now, and he didn't want to fuck a guy with breasts. Carefully, he ran the pink light over your body, turning you back to what he thought was normal.
"What's wrong?" Gene asked you when you suddenly stopped the car before pulling into a parking space.
"Nothing," you reply. "I just...I don't know why I pulled in here." This was the guy-only dorm, so why would you be parking here? Since Gene returning you to "normal" has completely erased any memories you might have had about being born a guy, you don't remember having a dorm room here.