Jeff got up around 7 the next morning, well before the garage opened, and stumbled over to the bathroom. He was really sore. Apparently the rapid muscle theft took its toll after all. He splashed his face and was startled at the rugged, stiff hairs that covered it. He washed the sleep out of his eyes and was taken aback by what he saw in the mirror. His stubble had grown out over night as well as the hair on his head. He now sported a scraggly beard and a messy haircut. At first glance, he could easily pass as homeless. His meddling with DNA mixing must've had some added affects.
He cleaned up best he could but without a proper shower, a razor, or a change of clothes, he was still pretty grisly. He had tried to use his powers to correct these problem, but to no avail. He had discovered a limit to his powers. Without a human to power his trickery, he was powerless.
Just then the doorknob to the bathroom twisted. It was Carlos. He paid little attention to Jeff, only passing a strange glance at him. He walked over to a urinal and unzipped his pants. At that moment the urge struck Jeff as well. He went over to the urinal beside Carlos and glanced at his former dick. It was a lot smaller than he remembered. Then he looked down at the new one, was it bigger? Just then Carlos popped off a remark about how huge Jeff's dick was. Jeff couldn't help but laugh. Had he not seen the man utter these words, he would've assumed a child had. This huge, fat Mexican man sounded like Jeff did when he was in the first grade and seemed perfectly fine with it. The lingering affects had not only affected him but those he stole from too.
Jeff decided to stick around and see what other chaos he'd caused. As he exited the bathroom he almost ran into a skinny, muscle-less bald man. The former buddy was very frail, with minimum muscles. With him was a boy who seemed very familiar but Jeff couldn't place him, the hairstyle...the face...then it hit him. This was J.P., except not. He had not only taken Jeff's hair, but part of his features as well. He could've passed as an older brother of the former Jeff.
Later on, Jeff spotted two pale men talking by the pop machine. He recognized one as Francois, although he had regressed even further, from 15 to 12 overnight. He had lost his adult features totally and was much shorter, half the height of Jeff.
Paco stood talking to Francois. He couldn't pass for Latino, even with the accent in his voice. Color was absent in his fair, white skin and at 27 he showed no sign of facial hair whatsoever, as if it weren't possible for it to grow.
Jacks was the last to arrive. Jeff noticed a drastic change in this man. He was much cleaner, no longer a grunge monger. He had his hair buzz cut and was devoid of grunge, he almost sparkled. This explained why Jeff felt so grungy.
Jeff monitored the men for half the day and discovered the changes had stopped. He had to put his plan into motion. He would set things right here later.