Surprisingly ok.

As they climbed into the Jeep again, Mark started to get his wits back about him. He scowled at Jen. "Not cool, man."

Jen smiled apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't think you'd change that fast. That booze really hit hard, huh?" She chuckled. "A few more minutes in there and you'd have been sprouting tits like these."

Mark laughed. It really wasn't a big deal. If he was gonna be stuck like this, he might as well get used to it. Speaking of which...

"Hey, I just nearly lost my dick because you thought it would be funny and now we're laughing about it. I guess I'm turning into your ideal guy pretty quick, huh?"

She started the car. "Getting smarter now, too. So let me turn the question back on you. How's it feel?"

He thought for a second. "Good, honestly. I feel energized and focused. My body feels better, too - I must be getting stronger." He eyed her suspiciously. "I also find that I'm less upset about the idea of changing. That bullshit at the bar would have made old Mark wanna kill you, but I'm fine with it."

She smiled sheepishly. "Ok, busted. I knew I was gonna change you more than I let on. But once the changes have set in, isn't it weird how they stop bothering you? Old Jen would be losing her mind at how different I've become."

He laughed. "Yeah, things do look a little clearer from this side. I feel much better now, and I'm sure you do too."

"Yeah, turns out being a personification of someone's ideal mate isn't all bad. Now let's go nail this Grink's balls to the wall."