Before Jack can say anything, Les pipes up again while glaring at you, "I want him out of here, now. Even though my surprise for you is ruined, it doesn't mean I still can't give it to you." He turns to you and starts to walk towards you. "I don't care what you're working on. You are leaving."
"Babe, stop!" Jack protests. But his words fall on deaf ears as Les keeps walking towards you. As a woman, Lisa had no way to be able to physically force you out of the room. As a man, you think Les might be able to do just that. Thinking quickly, you turn the flashlight around in your hand. It is still set to bright blue, and you turn it on, shining on your upper body.
Seeing the changes happen in others is one thing. Feeling the changes on yourself is entirely different. You feel your shoulders widening out, and your chest begins to fill in more than it ever had before. You feel your pecs pushing against your shirt. Your arms ache for a moment as they begin to swell. Your face itches as hair starts to grow out. You clench and unclench your jaw as you feel it become more defined. Your hair no longer tickles your ears as it recedes. Your shirt feels incredibly snug around your shoulders. Your shoulders have gotten so wide that it's starting to feel like you need to stretch to reach your laptop. You slide the light down and shine it on your lower half. You can feel your ass get more firm. With your legs sprawled out on the bed in front of you, you can see the changes happening to them. Your legs lengthen and widen. Your thighs makes the pillow holding your laptop rise as they fill in with much larger quads. Your calves balloon out in a way that looks like you are permanently flexing them. Your skin itches slightly where dark hair gets slightly thicker. Your feet grow wider before lengthening. You shut off the flashlight and tense all of your significantly larger muscles. You have no way of knowing how big you are but figured you can now easily out-man Les.
"You really want to try making me?" you dare him. Your voice is the deepest out of the three of you in the room. It doesn't take much for your new baritone voice to be booming. Les stops walking but doesn't stop glaring.
"Les, knock it off," Jack says. "After everything that's happened, I'm not exactly in the mood for anything like that anyway. Can we just sit and hang out and leave him alone? Please?"
Les continues to glare and he mumbles to you, "You may be stronger than me, but Jack is mine. Not yours." You blink in surprise. Unbelievable. Lisa always got annoyingly possessive if a girl dared so much as speak to Jack for longer than five minutes. Some things never change. Les seems to be under some impression that you are now competition for Jack's affections. You can't have gotten that much more masculine, right?
"I don't want to be in here if he is," Les complained, turning around to face Jack. "I'll be in the lobby if you care enough to join me."
Jack slumps his shoulders a little and appears hurt. "Les, I–" Les holds up an irritated hand, cutting your roommate off. All because Les can't stand you. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you fiddle a little with the flashlight. You set it to a low blue setting and to "rl". You quickly shine it on Les's back. Nothing seems to happen. You set it to pink and shine it on yourself.
The mood in the room changes instantly. Jack doesn't seem upset anymore, and Les isn't agitated. Neither are you, which sort of surprises you. You feel odd somehow. Les and Jack move over to Jack's bed. Both of them smile towards you. You return their smiles. You think it over and realize that you just smiled to Les/Lisa. Maybe you two don't hate each other anymore?
"I'm glad all that hair is gone," Les sighed, leaning against Jack. Jack hesitantly swallows and murmurs some wordless agreement. A part of you feels relieved that Les is feeling better. You notice how handsome he looks when he smiles like that. That last thought surprises you. Yeah, that is definitely new. You glance at the flashlight and ponder how powerful the little device is.
As you look at the flashlight, you notice the veins in your now larger forearms. You glance over at the other two. Les is leaning against Jack's shoulder affectionately. Jack is idly scrolling on his phone. Maybe now that things have calmed down between them, you can look yourself over in the bathroom just to see how much you've changed.
Setting your laptop off to the side, you say to the other two, "I need to use the restroom."
"Okay," Jack says, not really looking up from his phone.
"Alright," Les says. He glances around the room, as if he was first noticing the mess he had made in his effort to surprise Jack. Interestingly, all of your clothes were no longer on the floor and back in the closet. Only some of Jack's seemed to be sprawled out. "I'm going to clean this mess up."
"That would be nice," you say politely. You wanted to say something rude or sarcastic to Les about it, but you just couldn't do it. Knowing how poorly Les handles jokes, you figure politeness is better than ruining your friendship. Well, you aren't really friends. You two are more like acquaintances now. Better than the rivalry you used to have.
You do your best to carry your much larger weight to the bathroom. You realize that you have to strut slightly just to be able to walk in a straight line. You lumber into the men's bathroom and are surprised by the reflection staring back at you.
You are almost unrecognizable. Your face is stunningly handsome. Your hair is trimmed real close to your scalp. It couldn't be more than half an inch long. You have a neatly trimmed beard covering your firm jaw. Any acne you used to have is completely gone. It's like someone dialed your looks up to eleven. The rest of your body is even further of a difference from what you used to look like. Your shoulders are so wide they nearly take up an entire single-person mirror. Your shirt, which used to be a thick sweatshirt, was now a simple black, athletic tank-top. You throw up a double bicep pose. It's a good thing you don't have sleeves anymore. They would have ripped from attempting to contain your massive arms. You raise your shirt up and see a brick wall of an eight-pack. Your pecs stick out so much that you realize you can't entirely see your feet when you stand up straight. They looked like they belonged to some bodybuilder. Actually, your whole body looked like it belonged to a large bodybuilder. Your quads are comparable to tree trunks. You turn and almost laugh out loud. Your ass clearly did not receive as much benefits as the rest of your body. It was a little firmer than before but definitely seemed more like a football player's ass than a bodybuilder's. You grope your crotch. Your dick feels a little bigger but not by much. Maybe you could use the flashlight to increase both of those.