You wait patiently for Gene to come out of the beauty parlor, already knowing what you plan to do. Since neither he nor anyone else notices the changes, you figure that you might as well have a bit of fun. As long as you change him back in the end, none of it will matter anyway.
Finally, after what seems like hours he comes back out, his waist length hair perfectly styled. As much as you want to begin the next part of the changes you have in mind for him, you are curious about how his perception of reality may have changed based on his form.
"You know, I never really understood why you make such a big deal about your hair," seeing Gene's look of mild surprise, you quickly add, "I mean it looks great and all and I can understand you're proud of it, but guys normally don't take such good care of their hair."
Smiling, Genes tosses his hair back over his shoulders, "Honestly, I don't actually know. I mean I've kept my hair long practically forever. I guess I just like the way it looks."
"But don't you think it looks a girly?" you press on.
"Maybe a little," he frowns slightly for a moment, "But ever since I was little I loved styling my hair and if I cut it short I wouldn't be able to do anything with it. it's too much of who I am for me to want to change it."
"Alright," you raise your hands slightly, using the movement to shine the light on his chest at its lowest setting of pink, "I was just wondering."
"Maybe you should try growing your hair long too, you might like it," Gene offers, but you are paying more attention to the way the neckline of his shirt has dipped down ever so slightly and his nipples have grown and perked up, becoming visible through the fabric of his shirt.
"What?" he asks, looking down at his chest, "Did I spill something on my shirt or something?"
Thinking quickly you shake your head, "For a minute I thought so, but it must have been a trick of the light. Anyway, where do you want to go first?"
When he looks around at the stores, trying to decide where to go now, you use the moment to turn up the intensity of the light and shine the brighter pink beam across his chest.
The neckline of his shirt drops slightly further, the color of the fabric starting to look more pink than red and budding breasts push up against it, not quite an a-cup, but still well formed and pleasantly perky based on what little you can see.
At last Gene decides, "Well, I don't know if you'll want to go with me for this, but I do think I need to see about getting a training bra or something."
As he says this he gestures at his chest.
"Don't worry," you reassure him, "I'll go with you. I'm sure you'd do the same for me."
"Not like you'd ever need to," he laughs, completely oblivious as to how strange it is for a guy like him to be talking about bra shopping.
You follow him into a woman's specialty store, which he begins to navigate as though he is totally at ease walking through it. You blush slightly, and look away from some of the larger, more ornate bras and some of the skimpier, more flamboyant panties, trying not to imagine what the women working in the store would look like wearing them. Looking at the women working at the counters and between the rows of undergarments, you wonder for a moment if it is a requirement that they all be generously endowed and so very sexy looking, then you decide that you do not care. What really matters is that none of them are looking at you and Gene like your being there is anything strange.
Clearly the flashlight's reality altering powers go beyond the way the world perceived the target.
"This one or this one?" Gene interrupts your thinking, and you turn to see that he is holding up two rather plain looking sports bras.
"I don't know," you shrug and use the motion to shine the light on his chest again, an even brighter pink this time.
"You know, you're probably right," when he lowers the bras you see that his shirt is now pink and that his breasts have grown to a full a-cup. They jiggle slightly as he moves, "I might need something a little bigger."
You nod, getting the light ready to shine on him again when the oppertunity next presents itself, which is sooner than expected.
After selecting a larger size bra, he goes into the changing rooms, and when he comes out, he does something that catches you completely off guard.
"How's this look?" and with that lifts his shirt up for you to show off the bra to you.
Quickly you shine the light on his chest and watch as his breasts grow a full cup size while remaining wonderfully round and perky.
"Better, but I really don't know much about bra shopping. I'm more into - "
"Breasts, I know," he cuts you off with a laugh, "Lucky me though. I've got a pair of my own."
To emphasise this, he lets his shirt fall back down and cups his hands around his breasts, pushing them up and together to exaggerate his cleavage.
Deciding to test your luck one last time, you shine the pink light on his chest again, brighter than ever, bringing his breasts up another cup size, bringing them to a very full c-cup. In your opinion, they are easily the most lovely breasts you have ever seen, perfect in shape, and best of all, the neckline of Gene's shirt has become very low cut, giving you a wonderful view of their full roundness.
"Very lucky," you agree.
Gene smiles, "Glad you like."
Then goes off to pay for the bras he selected, spending a bit of time talking to the cashier about where he got his hair done how he kept so silky and long without getting split ends.