As Nils released the mouse button, the world seemed to flash.
He opened his eyes again, looking down at the hands on the keyboard, and saw that they were now much closer to "brown" than "white," and he seemed to be further away from them.
It had worked. He was in the same T-shirt and jeans, but they must have enlarged to account for his new body size, although they were still tight around his muscles.
His muscles, which seemed oh so substantial now -- he tentatively felt his upper right arm with his left hand, just barely able to touch his middle finger to his thumb.
On the screen, in the live camera view that was a bit behind and to one side of him, he saw what might as well have been a comic-book depiction of Thor, with long blond hair on a body that was bigger, with better-defined muscles, than those of Chris Hemsworth in the movies.
He looked away from the screen and down into his lap. He could tell there was a big bulge there, actually a bit uncomfortable inside his jeans. Wanting to examine the situation, he reached down and grabbed the zipper --
"What are you doing using your sister's computer?" came a voice from behind him.
Nils whirled around in the desk chair. He'd been so enthralled by his new body, he'd forgotten the door to the bedroom was open. Standing there, dressed in a robe, was...