Matt grabbed the bathroom counter in pain. Looking in the mirror, his irises began to change in color and a small bump emerged on his throat. Slowly, it became bigger and bigger, and his Adam's apple was all of a sudden the size of a grown man's. Matt groaned in pain, and swore, but the words came out deep and smooth, with a slight Italian accent - the voice of his neighbor. His shirt strained to keep his body in - two huge, masculine pecs were totally visible and the hands gripping the counter began to swell. His arms thickened, and a barb wire tatoo appeared on his right bicep. His legs grew and thickened as well, becoming muscular and developed, like the bulge in his pants. Matt moaned in pleasure. He watched as his face changed. His chin clefted and pointed, and his eyebrows arched and thickened, dipping symetrically and accenutating his gorgeous forty-year-old mug. Brown stubble sprouted on his perfect cheeks. The veins on his neck bulged as his entire body changed...and there, standing in the bathroom, was Paul DeSoto.