You think of all the sexy Instagram stars you see online and the Gone Wild photos on Reddit and filtered, posh selfies on Twitter. Those are fun and fantasy filled but you can't think of Gene like that. Nor do you think you could just hang out with and have fun with girls like that. If you use a peak intensity beam then Gene's liable to wind up as one of those high maintenance chicks or some sort of empty bimbo. Nah, you guys have been friends for too long. You have to proceed carefully.
As you window shop together, you adjust the beam and point it at Gene so that it encompasses his entire body in a dim but steady pink light. Currently, he's distracted by a flashy-looking JRPG display in the window of the mall's locally-owned gaming shop, Infinite 1Ups. A little bit of the beam crosses through the window and shines on the cover art too. Fortunately, no one else is standing near the window but you feel like the characters on the artwork look a little girlier than before. It's hard to tell with these kinds of games though.
Under your riveted watch, you witness Gene's extensive changes. Where before you were about the same height, he's now more than a head shorter than you. His normal, well-kept brunette hair spreads like a human Chia Pet in time lapse, settling over his right shoulder in particular. As well, it acquires a coppery, subtle auburn tint. Turning, she flashes her bubblegum-pink lips in a playful smile and responds to the light on her by singing, off-tune, but in an adorably-cute soprano, "Hello my buddy, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gaaaall, send me a...hug by wire, that'll be total fire." She doffs an invisible top hat in mime and you're sure she changed some of the lyrics but you keep the spotlight on her until it's clear she's not changing any further.
Despite the dim quality of the light, girlish softness has saturated Gene's entire body. A trim set of eyebrows accents her curly lashes. They aren't done up all the way or flashy but highlight her big, silvery eyes in a way that projects gleeful cuteness. Gene had more of his mother's nose. Now, her trim, sloping one evokes her broadway singer grandmother who you only met in old photos he shared with you. It's not the sexiest or most feminine nose but it looks perfectly cute with the rest of her narrow, feminine features.
Gene used to have a prominent Adam's apple but now her neck is all Eve, slim and surprisingly tiny. Below, the blue windbreaker he had on has become a tan, woolen cardigan draped loosely over her narrow shoulders and swarming around her slender fingers with nails that match her bright lips.
Beneath the cardigan, you put together a message with white hearts around each letter that spells out "I just wanna be your dream girl" on an otherwise unassuming, gray tee shirt tucked in the girly blue jeans she's wearing. Pink, flat sneakers cover her feet beside a purse decked out in Final Fantasy characters. She slips the strap over her shoulder and asks, "How was that?"
She's an adorable beauty, the very picture of a girl-next-door, clearly not lacking in a figure despite the layers of comfortable clothes that downplay her chest. She feels like a real girl, who you might actually ask out if you had a shot of confidence in the arm. At the same time, she looks so much like Gene that you only imagine this is what Gene would've become if he had two X chromosomes.
You answer promptly, "Very nice." You would've said the same, no matter what.
She then asks you what the deal was with the light and you explain you were just trying it out, adding, "Like a show light."
Unfortunately, this encourages her to excitedly pronounce, "Let me try it on you. Song and dance buddies."
Shoot! If she uses it on you, then you could be in big trouble.