"Three." You shine the brightest pink light on Jack's chest. He doesn't look away or down at the light. He just looks back into your eyes. His eyes widen as he feels exactly what you're feeling. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a swirling of colors around the two of you. But you still can't take your eyes off of him. Off of Jack, the man you now love with all your heart. White light flashes around you, but neither of you notice. You switch off the flashlight.
Jack stares at you in surprise. He starts to smile, more than he ever had before. He suddenly pulls you in and kisses you deeply. And you gladly return it, not out of lust, but out of love for this wonderful man. You feel cold metal on your left hand, and the two of you pull apart. Both of you stare at your respective left hands. A single gold wedding band rested on your finger. You look at Jack's left hand and see the same ring. You hold your left hand against his. His eyes light up as he gazes on the two rings.
"How?" he mumbled.
"Magic," you answer. You hold up the flashlight. "And because you held it with me, you remember what it did." He stares at the flashlight and looks at you.
"So my feelings for you aren't real, then?" he asks.
You consider the question and instead of answering, you ask him, "Does it matter to you?"
He thinks about his answer for a minute before shaking his head. "No. I already loved you. This just gave me the push I needed to admit it." He bit his lip. "Even when I was, uh, telling you I liked hairy girls."
You blink in surprise at that statement and ask, "Wait, you remember that?"
"It's weird," he says, glancing down at his body like it was the first time. Was this how you looked to him when you changed? "It's like right before you shut the flashlight off, I remembered everything. I remember helping Lisa with her hair. I told you that I liked hairy girls, which couldn't have been further from the truth. I liked guys like you. Then Lisa was suddenly Les, and I felt attracted to him. I remembered a life of dating guys and telling you in a similar scenario that I liked hairy men. But that wasn't entirely true. Sure, hairy men turned me on, but you were still more appealing to me. Then, all of a sudden, you're this big muscular man that I still found myself liking. Then, you and Les no longer fought. Then, you become this narcissist who can't get enough of his own body. Then you get hairy like you are now. And then, all of a sudden, I have the confidence and desire to have sex with you and the body built for it."
You process everything he just said and realize that he in fact did remember everything and yet, he had feelings for you from the start. Maybe, on some level, so did you?
"So, yeah," he finishes. "I love you so much. And becoming your husband is probably the best thing I could've asked for."
"Which is not exactly what you asked for," a voice says, making the two of them jump. The two of you turn and see the old man from the magic store where you had originally purchased the flashlight. "But these things aren't ever exact."
"Uh, what are you doing here?" you ask bluntly. "And where did you come from?"
"Magic," he replies. "It is not just my trade, but my duty to observe and keep track."
"You know him?" Jack asks. He is nervously trying to hide the fact that he is naked. You realize that you don't care that you are. You are still narcissistic after everything.
"He works the shop where I got the flashlight," you answer. You proudly put your hands on your hips to draw the man's attention to your dick. It doesn't seem to work, to your disappointment.
"The same shop that had a spot to buy a granted wish?" Jack asks. You think back and are unsure if such a spot existed in the shop. You shrug.
"That item only reveals itself to those deserving of it the most," the old shopkeeper explains. "And for when it isn't being fulfilled." You look at Jack for answers. "This young man came into my shop with a wish in his heart. He wanted to have the courage to confess his love for his best friend. I told him that the wish would be granted but not in the way he'd expect."
Jack looks down at his body. "I certainly didn't expect to get elephant-sized legs out of the deal."
"Yeah," you say. "Sorry. I kind of got carried away."
"Don't be," he tells you. "I like it. I can get used to it." He looks at the shopkeeper. "You told me you would appear to me when my wish was fulfilled. I'm happy to say that I have no complaints with the final product." He smiles at you.
"Glad to hear," the shopkeeper says. You glance at the flashlight and wonder if this means you have to return the flashlight. "Why would you return it? You bought it, right?" You look at the old man and nod. "It's yours." He smiles a toothy grin before vanishing in a blink of an eye.
It is with his disappearance that the two of you realize that you're no longer in your shared dorm room. You're in a bedroom. You share a look with Jack. You open the door and walk down the hall. You realize that you're now standing in a decently-sized one bedroom apartment. There are pictures on the walls of you and Jack for various events, including your wedding and your honeymoon.
"So, husband," Jack says to you suggestively, sneaking up behind you and holding you close, "what else can that flashlight do?"