And then... nothing seems to happen. You look yourself over, but still seem to have the same milky complexion, sprinkled with angry red protrusions. You shift your stance, and the heft of your penis feels the same too. You can barely feel it there, and feel a pang of achy sadness. Examining the rest of your body, nothing else seems to be different either. You look to Lyle in confusion, and realize suddenly what has changed.
Although Lyle looks mostly the same, you feel a needful surge to your small dick. Shockingly, you feel a deep attraction to him. You have an urge to pull Lyle close, to lean down and kiss his thin lips. To set down his glasses, pull his shirt over his head, and-- wait. You resist following this line of thought further, trying to control your mind. Your eyes scan over Lyle for other changes. That's one reason to look him over, anyhow... you're enjoying the view.
"Well, [name]?" Lyle says, a smirk forming on his face. "Has anything changed?" He steps closer to you in a knowing way, tilting his head back to look up into your eyes. You feel drunk with lust. "What's going on?" Lyle pushes the bathroom door closed behind him gently, then takes a step towards you. You can feel his breath on you, little bursts of hot moisture cascading against your oily skin. Lyle reaches out a hand nervously and touches you with two fingers, looking up to gauge your reaction. You feel a tingle where he touches you. "Lyle." You grit your teeth and try to focus. You need an answer, even if your body is telling you all you need is Lyle.
"Doesn't that feel extraordinary?" Lyle says. "It's only natural that two romantic partners should touch." You look at him with puzzlement. "But I'm dating Travis." Even as you say this, you're doubtful. Calling up an image of the young man in your head brings no joy, just ambivalence. Pity, even. How can you be dating someone you feel no sexual attraction for? And on top of that, when you think about the last few months (the months when you were supposedly dating Travis), you only remember watching anime with Lyle or visiting comic shops together.
Lyle looks at you with a little disdain. "Maybe that would be an accurate statement before, but I switched boyfriends with him. Now he is alone, and you, [name]..." Lyle says, punctuating this statement by grabbing your arm gently, "are mine." Lyle seems like a different person than a few moments ago - his meekness is all but gone. Perhaps Travis also ended up giving him an injection of confidence too? You feel almost certain of this, but who knows. Maybe there are changes you can't see. You lick your lips without meaning to, thanks to the appealing image of what might be under Lyle's clothes. Lyle looks down at his watch, and then turns his wrist to show you the time. It's 12:01. Uh oh.
"There's just one thing I want to change about you to make you perfect..."