You decide that dating Gene isn't all that bad, and there is some definite possibility. He is a nice guy...girl...after all. You just think things should look a bit more normal.
Your curiosity with breasts gets the better of you and you set the light on a medium pink setting. Starting at your waist, you shine it on yourself. You feel a tightness in your stomach as your waist constricts, your stomach becoming more taut. You pass over your chest, and you feel weights forming on your chest. You can feel your larger more sensitive nipples rubbing against your shirt. At first it bothers you a bit, but it starts to feel pretty good. You move the light when your breasts are just more than a handful, what you think is a large B cup. You shine the light over your back, then down your arms, your hair thinning out and your hands becoming more feminine. Then you move to your face. You feel a tingling as your features change and your neck becomes more slender, and you feel your hair tugging at your head. You can feel it brushing against your shirt between your shoulder blades.
You catch yourself in a mirror. You look very hot, with a nice woman's upper body, but your familiar bulge below.
Gene turns around. "Are you sure everything's okay?"
"Yeah, no worries," you reply. You notice your voice is higher, more girly. Gene walks over to you.
"Okay, good. If anything was wrong, I'd want you to tell me," he says, putting a hand on your breast. You feel your nipples get hard, poking through your shirt. "Not wearing a bra today, huh?" Gene asks, giving you a gentle tweak. You shudder at the new sensation, and your penis twitches in response.
Gene turns around, grabs your hand, and leads you toward a store. You walk with him, your unrestrained breasts bouncing with each step.