You pull out a bottle that's a pleasing shade of sage green. "Turning Japanese" is written in neat writing on the label, with what presumably was the equivalent phrase in Japanese below it. You empty the bottle on yourself and, like the last time, you pass out cold.
When you come to, the smell of sage is the air and Rich is standing over you. "Hey, you alright?" he asks.
You nod and speak in a thick Japanese accent. "I am fine, do not be alarmed." You try and get up and what you see below you is indescribably sexy. You're easily 7' even and have a body that most bodybuilders would kill for. Your dick is hard and sticks out a good two feet, the foreskin having grown back as well. You massage your balls and groan as precum leaks freely from the tip of the enormous cock.
"Better than fine. I am huge, I am hung, and I am hornier than a porn star," you smile devilishly. You heft yourself up and look down two feet to Rich. "We shall change you now."
"But what if I wanna stay like this?" he balks.
"Tough," comes a booming voice. Robbie saunters in, still looking big and buff with no change. If anything, he looks bigger in the afternoon light. He holds Rich tightly. "We want a big stud to play with, little bro. You're not gonna cut it." He looks you up and down. "Dayum. I wanna fuck you like no one's business, brotha!"
You smile and approach the box, vaguely listening to Rich's protests. You sift through the remaining 10 bottles, finding a note: "Whoever receives the last amount of cologne from a bottle will be changed permanently." You look back to Robbie and read it aloud. He beams.
"Fuck yes! I'm a stud, brohan!" he cheers.
"Indeed you are." You turn back to the box and look over the bottles...
Red: "Good Old Country Boy"
Black: "Rap Superstar"
Green: "Supermodel God"
Blue: "Smurferific"
Gold: "Trophy Boy"
Silver: "Industrial Age"
Brown: "Indian IQ"
White: "Studly Siberian"
Purple: "Muscle Royalty"
Plaid: "Red Hair and Kilts"
For Rich you choose...