You eagerly put on the Vinnie, and pull up the zipper to your collar.
"Now all I need is a motorcycle," you say with a laugh. You pat the form-fitting leather jacket. Your torso seems to have grown more muscular, your shoulders and chest broader, your abs more defined. You feel the strength obviously from the wizard jacket enhancing your physique. The jacket is a bit warm and you start to sweat a bit.
As you walk away from the flag pole, you notice that guys are converging on you. Every crotch you see is bulging, and every face seems to be fixed in a glazed stare of lust. The nearest guys are clearly drooling. You sniff your armpit wondering if you are excreting a super pheromone. It doesn't seem to affect you, but then it's your attractant. Maybe if you take Vinnie off?
You reach for the zipper tab and try to pull down on it, but it's stuck. You pull down harder, and there's a painful tugging at the base of your throat. The zipper is stuck in your chest hairs? Well, what are a few chest hairs. You like the idea of being sexuallly irresistable, but the number of lust-struck men surrounding you now is disquieting. YOu pull down harder.
"Yeow--zzzzzzzzzzzz!"you shout as the zipper unzips you. You collapse into a heap of garments.