It turned out that Tristan had accidentally hit a button labeled HK, which stood for “Hunk”. A beam of light shot out of the remote. It hit the TV screen, bounced off, and hit Tristan, who groaned and slipped off the couch. Jerome could see a glow emanating from where Tristan lay.
Concerned, Jerome asked, “Tristan, bud? Are you ok?”
Suddenly the glow ceased, and a form rose up from the other side of the couch. But the guy looked nothing like the Tristan that Jerome knew.
This guy stood significantly taller than Jerome; since he was 6’4”, that put him at around 6’10”. His face was perfectly chiseled, with a square jaw, high cheekbones, bright green eyes, and a dazzling set of teeth. His hair was bright red, and it wasn’t long but very thick and cut stylishly. A little bit of red stubble dusted his cheeks.
He had the body of a god. His skin was perfectly tan and his neck bulged, both with muscle and a large Adam’s apple. His broad shoulders allowed for a large torso that narrowed down to a small waist. His pecs were massive and he had 8 abs always visible. His arms and legs were large and thick, leading to big hands and feet. A prominent bulge existed at his genital region.
Jerome just stood there, mouth agape. The young god said, “Damn, what just happened? Why is everything so small?”
Jerome realized: this was Tristan!