What caught his eye first was probably the least important change that had happened so far. His hair was now spiky blond. Oh, rest assured Raijin was still Japanese, but his hair was spiky yellow. He cringed slightly thinking of the animes Naruto and Goku, but it wasn't that spiky. In fact, the more he admired it, the more he admired it.
He grinned as his gaze descended from his head, Raijin noticed how ill fitting his clothing looked. His shirt seemed two sizes too small. What must have Mr. Yuan thought of him? Wait, he recalls with certainty that he was dressed appropriately this morning. Perhaps the ointments shrunk his clothing? He unbuttoned his torn shirt, and undid his now calf-length blue jeans. It was hard getting the jeans off, they must have shrunk -- no wait, Raijin stared wide-eyed at the golden skinned muscle-bound reflection. It was he who had grown, not his clothing that shrunk. He felt a sharp pain in his shoes, and anxiously pulled them off. His toes had doubled over in the cramped space of the shoes he had chosen.
Raijin played the part of a bodybuilder posing in front of the mirror with arms flexed, then thighs, clenched buttock, and so on for what seemed like minutes, but when the phone rang, Raijin realized had been hours.
"Hello?"
"Raijin?" asked Mr. Yuan's old voice.
"Mr. Yuan. I'm really sorry about your oint-"
"Never mind, never mind. How are you, boy?" the intonation was of one who was surprised that Raijin had even been able to answer the phone.
"Uh, never better, sir. What time do you want me to come in tomorrow?"
"Come in tomorrow? Break more of my merchandise!" snapped Yuan angry that his ointments hadn't reduced Raijin to a beast or worse.
"I said I was sorry, if you want me-"
"No, no, sorry, I'm an old man ignore my outburst. Please do come in tomorrow at 9 am, I will have something special for you then," Yuan said smiling a particularly Grinchy Smile, the sort the make a narrator quote Dr. Suess Yuan, "had an idea. An awful idea." Yuan "got a wonderful, awful idea!"
While Raijin was chatting with Yuan on the cordless phone, he had started to test his new muscles to see if he was as strong as he looked. He grinned as he single-handedly lifted his sofa. It was as light as a folding chair to him now. He grinned only half-hearing Yuan.
"Okay, tomorrow at 9 am then." Raijin hung up and licked his lips, he was hungry.
Raijin ordered pizzas, and while he waited for them to come, he decided to work out. He did 500 pushups, 500 situps, did various yoga and calesthenic exercises, and worked up a monstrous sweat. His body glistened as if it had been oiled, and his two-times-too-small tighty whiteys were drenched with sweat as if he showered wearing them. As you know, white cotton wet becomes semi-transparent.
The doorbell rang, and Raijin leapt to the door.
"Oh, good you're here, I'm starving. Bring the pizzas in, and tell me how much I owe you," Raijin said suddenly embarrassed, as he reached for his wallet and found only his gluteal muscle. "My wallet's in the other room," he explained.
The pizza man practically freaked when the door flew open to reveal a nearly naked muscle god. The pungent odor of manly sweat overpowered the scent of steaming hot pizzas. Rick the pizza man had a girlfriend - not just any girlfriend, but a cheerleader at his college. He'd never done it with a guy before. Not that he could recall wanting to before, but now suddenly all he could think of was Raijin. He heard the words come in, and he was now inches away from the big Asian's bare nipple. This was an odd sensation for Rick because he stood over 6 feet and was lettering in wrestling. Still next to Raijin he looked like Casper Milquetoast.
Raijin suddenly noticed the stunned lusty look on the pizza man's face. He looked down on the cute brown haired white boy, and adjusted his swollen pouch. He was pleased to notice that the white boy's jeans were tented too.
"How much do I owe you?" Raijin repeated.