The light turns on, flashing a diffuse blue over your body. Mike (really Melissa) intends to just turn you back to normal, so he doesn't think it's worth having you touch the flashlight to be aware. Unfortunately, you don't know his intentions; all you know is that he's turning the light on you and whatever he's doing will change your reality. You quickly lunge forward and grab the light. Mike struggles with you, but now you're at least aware and every second your grip gets stronger as the blue light strengthens your muscles. Your chest and arms are getting most of the light now that you're struggling, which helps with your growing advantage. Finally, you overpower him and get the flashlight out of his grip.
"Wait," Mike says, looking afraid. "Don't do anything. I'm the only one who knows everything I changed!"
"What are you two doing?" Gene asks, confused. You ignore him as you fiddle with the settings of the flashlight. It's time to put your body back to normal. Satisfied with the settings, you turn the flashlight on, and cast a pink glow over your body.
When Mike had tried to turn you back, the diffuse glow had managed to hit your whole body. You had gotten your hands on the flashlight, but between the light turning on and your hands touching it reality had changed for you. Even though it was blue light that had been changing you, reality solidified your perceptions at the moment you touched the flashlight. So now, as you confidently shone the pink light on your body, you thought you were returning yourself to normal. Unbeknownst to you, you were actually erasing Gene's memory of your original body - which means there was no one left to remember the real you.
Your chest had gotten the most attention from the blue light, so you ended up finishing with the pink light bringing your breasts back up to their proper size under your tank top. On a whim, you held the light a little longer; you had always wanted a bigger bust. As your breasts slowly swelled into the D-cup range, your tank top morphed to accommodate. In addition to stretching as it was filled, your tank top split in the front to offer an even deeper cut that was only held together by a straining string-and-eyelet combo. The shoulder straps thinned to offer maximum visibility of skin. Curious, you passed the light briefly downwards before turning it off. The hem of your top rose up into a crop top style, and the body underneath slimmed a little more. Inside, something stirred.