"It's nothing," you repeat, feeling a little nervous. "I mean, I wanted to get it for my brother but I accidentally dropped it..."
"Looked pretty intentional," Gene said, idly fiddling with the flashlight. "What's it do?" Before you can stop him, he turns it on - and it's pointed at you.
You quickly grab the flashlight and try to wrestle it away from him (fortunately, you've already stopped on the side of the road after the U-turn). As you struggle the light ends up pointed at your chest, and the pink glow instantly gets to work. You gasp as you feel and see your breasts swelling (your hands on the flashlight make you aware), and you try harder to get the flashlight away. Gene manages to hold on a bit longer, until an involuntary moan slips out of you as your sensitive breasts threaten to tear through the tank top, but then his distraction allows you to get full control of the flashlight.
While Gene is still staring in amazement at the power of the flashlight - and your enormous breasts - you quickly change the setting and shine the blue light on your chest. You watch with relief as your breasts shrink, until finally they reach your normal D-cup and you snap the light off again. Looking yourself over, you nod in satisfaction, confident you have returned your body to its normal state. Of course, you're completely unaware of the brief moments before you got your hands on the flashlight, when Gene managed to flash your entire body with a pink light - not enough to make much change, but enough to solidify your reality that you have always been Elizabeth - or Lizzy for friends and lovers.
Speaking of lovers...you look over at Gene, who is still getting over his shock. What should you do?