"Look at him. Mark is turning green with envy," Jenny tittered with a fist held in front of her lips. She was so nervous she felt like her bones might shake apart.
"Who would have guessed he'd turn out looking like this?" Samantha tried shaking some sense into her friend before the process was finished. A flash and arc of static electricity seemed to short circuit the changes going on in Mark.
"Let go," he demanded, pushing himself away. His aura turned dark green clothing him in mist. The vague shape of the changes speeded up once more.
"He looks like Michaelangelo's David. I didn't know Mark had an artistic side to him," Samantha was enthralled. "Take those wet things off. I want to see all of you."
Mark was already shrugging out of his ill-fitting duds. "Look all you want, just don't touch."
His sculpted body looked like the other bookend of Samantha's. They both flushed looking at each other up and down.
"Quit it. I can feel the heat coming off your bodies. You've never been anything but friends." Jenny couldn't stand looking at them. She'd always had a secret yen for Mark.
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