When Drake turned around and looked into the mirror, he was amazed. While his features were still recognizable as the "old Drake," he looked...well he just looked dead sexy.
His face had a more defined look to it. His cheekbones were higher, his brown eyes brighter somehow. His sandy blonde hair had grown and now was shoulder-length. His lips had a pouty, almost feminine look to them which contrasted beautifully with his new hard, masculine body.
The body was gorgeous! His thighs were large and pushed against the previously loose fabric of his jeans. His chest was broad and well-defined under the tight T-shirt. His arms had such a look of strength to them that he imagined he could easily pick up Ethan and crush him to that heavy chest, smothering him with kisses.
The thought of that alone was enough to awaken Drake's cock, and he felt it growing in the restricted area of his too-tight jeans. He was suddenly curious if that organ had grown with the rest of his body.
He looked around quickly to see if anyone noticed his arousal, then he ducked into a stall and hastily unbuttoned his jeans.
Looking down, again, he was amazed. He reached into his tight briefs and pulled out the organ. It had thickened and lengthened. He hefted it, feeling its new weight and closed his hand (barely) around his cock. It jerked and squirmed against the heat of his own hands. It was strange, because it felt familiar and alien at the same time--like it wasn't quite his own penis he was holding.
In his mind's eye, he imagined what Ethan would think and how much he would enjoy this new body. He was so excited about meeting him this evening.