He flexed and grinned, his body packing on muscle and cock swelling each bump of the train. His hair looked more golden, his jaw fuller and square, lips plumber- perfect for making out. He was less interested in the view now and more fixed on glimpses of his reflection in the glass, starring at himself was becoming a higher and higher priority. One jolt of the train and his laptop was gone, his shirt was a full on training t. He was having a harder and harder time concentrating on the laptop and started looking out the window and stealing glances of the attractive guy a few rows up. He filled out his outfit a little better- not the same lanky beanpole he first was, some healthy muscle could be seen underneath his shifting clothes. First he took off the jacket and it disappeared, then his pants got lighter and shirt buttons began to vanish one by one. His outfit become a little more informal. When he got on the train he was a mousy businessman dressed in an oversized full suit, frantically typing away on his laptop.