Right there on his arm, cuffing the bicep, was a tattoo -- a tribal looking band like he'd seen a lot of studs get. Yeah, it was kind of generic-looking, he thought, but it was a real tattoo. "Damn that looks good," he thought to himself, irrationally, but he did have to admit it made him look more interesting.
Devon flexed the arm with the tat on it, moving in closer to the mirror, noticing his dick flop around now that he had dropped the towel. "I'm still me, this is just something that's applied," he thought, wide-eyed, still thinking this was probably ultimately reversible, right? His pits were still bushy-looking, too. So weird having these bushes now...
Devon definitely thought he looked like he had a 5 o'clock shadow, too, which he'd noticed before as well. It was just weird trying to get used to it; I mean, it's kind of gross that your face just gets all hairy like that, isn't it? Why would anybody want this... Devon felt embarrassed of his big, floppy dick too. He couldn't believe it had actually been so hard and horny before. It wouldn't get like that again, would it?
Devon went back into his room, looking for some underwear to put on, and found a pair of loose boxers to pull up over his nuts and thick dick. That was a weird sensation, to be wearing boxers -- had he had boxers before? Kind of silky, he thought, they actually felt alright. He needed to think. He sat down on his bed, putting his head in his hands, thinking it was strange how even with his palms he could feel a bit of the stubble he'd shaved on his face. He'd have to learn how to get a cleaner shave, he thought, there must be a way to make it feel like it used to, right? Maybe he just needed to calm down and collect himself before making any decisions. He noticed there was an album on the table -- Brantley Gilbert, some country western thing, he thought. He wasn't sure what that sounded like but maybe some music would be good while he thought some more about how to get out of this. He picked up the album, thinking the artwork and singer looked kind of weird, masculine in this country boy way that he wasn't used to, but why not give it a try, he thought, putting it in the stereo and pressing play.