Jennifer, with a smirk on his face, bent over and placed the gloves on his feet, which grew a few sizes larger, and gained a light coating of hair. Next, he held the gloves against his legs, which became large and well-toned, like a professional track cyclist’s or something. Next, he placed his hands on his ass, which inflated into what could only be described a bubble butt, and then onto his stomach, which tightened and contracted with a squelch into a solid 6-pack of abs. Jennifer then placed the gloves on his chest, which gradually inflated with muscle as his nipples grew and migrated downwards on his expanded pectorals, and then onto his arms, which swelled up and thickened considerably to match the rest of his body. He then touched his cheeks, as his jaw became more chiselled and his nose sharpened, as well as gaining a short beard, before moving his hands to his crotch. Pulling down and discarding his panties, he revealed his average sized cock. He took it into his gloved hand, which he started stroking as it slowly increased in length and girth. Once he’d managed to get it fully erect, it looked like it must have been at least ten inches long, and as thick as a beer bottle, and his balls swelled up to match.
You looked up at the butt-naked absolute stud of a man in front of you agape, as he casually rolled his head with a crack. “Ah, fuck, that’s more comfortable,” he chuckles in his considerably deeper voice, with a cheeky smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Guess I better get dressed so you don’t get too distracted,” said Jennifer, before picking the panties off of the floor and pulling them over his muscular thighs, barely managing to get them up. He tried to tuck his erect dick in, but the lacy garment barely covered it, so he placed the gloves onto it and it transformed into a pair of black compression shorts, which just about managed to hold his cock. He tried to squeeze on his jeans, but they split as he forced them over his thighs, so Jennifer put his hands on them and they were changed into a tight-fitting pair of skinny tracksuit bottoms, showing off his toned bottom half nicely. Finally, he pulled his shirt on, which was simply expanded to fit his torso correctly, while still being a slim-enough fit to make sure his defined body was visible to anyone who looked at it.
Jennifer looked around for a mirror, eventually settling for the one in the hall, and spent a minute or so admiring his body. “Goddamn, I look good,” he said, rubbing his hands down his torso. “I gotta thank you for making me a man, this is hot as fuck. Although, it hardly seems right to use this name when I look like... this. What do you think?” he asks you while staring at himself, while you continue to watch him, gobsmacked. “Maybe... Jesse?” He looks over to you with a smile, before saying, “Yeah, that sounds good. Jesse.”