"I'm just seeing things", you say again to yourself. You mentally scold yourself for being so naive as to believe a bottle of cologne could do anything other than make you smell differently. In fact, the scent is becoming more appealing to you with each passing moment. You stand still, enjoying the aroma. The room starts to spin as you feel increasingly nauseous. "Aw man," you say aloud, "I think I need to sit ..." escapes your mouth as you black out.
You come around eventually, not knowing how much time has passed. You sit up, raising a hand to your pounding head, hoping for the pain to ease. "Dude, what just happened?" you ask no one in particular. Your skull soon stops trying to escape through your face long enough for you to stand up. You uneasily get up and stager down the hall. You pass by the mirror again and almost collapse again.
The figure staring back at you isn't who was in the glass earlier. "It really worked..." you say, noticing the So Cal accent in your deeper voice. Your hair has grown a bit lighter and shorter above your neck. You feel a sharp pain on your right ear lobe and a small golden earring suddenly appears there. You look down at your body and find that you're now wearing a loose fitting string tank top and gym shorts. You shift around and realize that you're wearing something constricting under your shorts. A distinctive bulge is forming in them as if you were getting off on your new look. You take in your broader shoulders and massive deeply tanned body. It looks like you've spent hours under the sun. You also notice you've gained some quite a bit more muscle. You inhale deeply expanding your chest, but when you exhale your chest doesn't return to its original size. You inhale again and the process begins again. Your once loose fitting top is fitting tighter and tighter on your ever expanding chest. As you continue to look into the mirror you see that the hem of your top now hangs inches above and away from your abs. You raise the bottom of your shirt. Gone was your slight paunch, left in its place is you eight-pac abs.
You scratch your hairless chest and shift uneasily in your worn trainers. "Now what am I gonna' do now?" you ask the epitome of a bodybuilder in the mirror.