"Well, it's kind of cool to have this hunky body, I cannot let anyone see me like this," Jeff decided, so he took Dean off.
He stood staring at the buff model's reflection in the mirror with the Speedo hanging from his fingertip. He looked at the suit, and carefully set it down. Then he looked at himself in the mirror. Still model, not Jeff looked back.
"Maybe I have to put on my own clothes?" he picked up his cargo shorts and boxers and put them on. He stared at the mirror studying his model features with care. No sign of any change.
"Damn, you, Dean, not only did you change yourself in to a Speedo, but you turned me into the Speedo model. How am I going to explain this to people?" he shook his head and uncomfortably scratched himself. Damn, his boxers were itchy. Before he knew it, Jeff had stripped and put Dean back on. Then he pulled on his cargo short and shirts, put on his flip flops and headed downstairs.
Halfway down the stairs, Jeff met his brother Tor coming up.
"Hey, Jeff," said Tor.
"You recognize me?" gasped Jeff, "Don't I look different."
"You models are all so vain," said Tor, "I cannot believe you think you look unrecognizable wearing a t-shirt with your hair mussed up. Of course, I'll know my brother the Speedo model anywhere. Gawd, why did they have to put up a billboard of you across from the bus stop." He continued upstairs shaking his head and lamenting that Jeff got all the looks in the family.
"Right, the Chronivac tutorial said everyone except the subjects would perceive the new reality as normal," Jeff said with a sigh of relief, "Hey, maybe this will be fun."