Alex and James sighed before they swallowed the pills. They definitely didn't seem too excited about it, in contrast with Sophie and Patrick who were eager to see how their brothers would look as grown-ups.
"I don't feel anything..." James said as he explored his body with hands, trying to find a hint of his growth. Alex was doing the same and even raised his shirt a little to touch his belly. "At least, I expected something interesting..." he said.
"It will be. Promise." The waiter kept his strange look but now he was also smiling. "I've told you this pill is related to the Y chromosome, so that means male only, and that's because it works intensely with your testosterone levels." He was smiling all along which was now making Alex and James uncomfortable.
Both kids raised an eyebrow when they suddenly heard intense noises coming from their stomachs like an attack of severe diarrhea. They put their hands on their bellies and could feel some unpleasant gurgling. They were ready to run to a bathroom when a sudden explosion sound took everyone by surprise. A brief puff of smoke surrounded both boys but dissipated quickly.
Sophie was the first one to realize that the boys had suddenly turned into grown men. Not old enough to pretend to be their parents, but definitely a decade or so past their former 12-year-old selves, around 22. They wore different, fancier clothes, more suitable to this fancy restaurant. Alex and James were so shocked that they still didn't move and just had their arms half raised in surprise. Meanwhile, Patrick who had a new kid camera started to take pictures of Alex and his brother from every angle he could.
As a boy, James was towheaded, had bad acne and a skinny body, and wore braces; he was just in a pair of jeans and a plain T-shirt. Now at 22, he looked like a full-on college preppy boy or budding entrepreneur. His now golden hair was thick but neatly combed, his features perfectly handsome. He was tall (6’1”), his lean and ripped body (175 lbs) disguised by navy slacks, a white button-up shirt, and a navy blazer. A white pocket square was in his breast pocket. The former shy boy marveled at his appearance and seemed to rapidly settle into the confidence that came from his millionaire father’s money and his own good looks, both of which James now had.
Alex had been similarly changed. The former skinny boy with unruly black hair was now a 6’4”, 240 pound musclebound hunk. Rugged features, the finally-tamed black hair, a light stubble, a tan: all of it looked great. But the clincher was the massive muscles in his torso and legs, from globe-sized pecs to biceps thicker than cantaloupes to thighs and calves that could crush necks. He wore a very tight pair of jeans and a black button up shirt with the top buttons left open.
All four, including Sophie and Patrick, were in awe of this. The waiter merely smiled and said, “Now we have two young men escorting their younger siblings to dinner. Allow me to lead you to your table.”