Derrick thought to himself for a moment. This was a shock to his mind; he could remember his old life pretty well, but he had just spent the last 11 years (or at least thats what it felt like to him) in this new life. He looked down at his dirty, muscular, Scottish body. It was so familiar to him now; it had been his body for over a decade now.
"Well?", Hebe asked, a bit impatiently. "Do you want this new body, or your old one". Derrick spoke up; "I'll keep this one. For now at least. I don't really remember my old body too much", he said in his deep voice. He knew how to speak English from his old life, but it still came out with a heavy Scottish accent.
"Very well", Hebe said. "Your parent's suite is just over here. Here is a key. Have a good day, Derrick. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to contact the reception". With that, Hebe disappeared down the hall. Derrick walked over to his parent's room and took a deep breath. In his mind, he hadn't seen these people in over a decade. He looked down at his body. He had copper red hair on his muscular arms and legs, and a patch of it on his chest and torso. From his muscular chest and biceps, you could tell he had done a lot of physical labor back on the farm. He was dressed in dirty rags, leaving a lot of his body exposed. His extremely endowed member was very obvious in his rag loincloth. Derrick rubbed his face, noting that his thick stubble had regrown. Derrick, being the homely farm boy he was, hadn't bathed in over a week. The cloud of stink around him was almost palpable. He lifted up his arm and sniffed the orange bush of hair under his arm. Derrick was accustomed to filth in his new life, but his BO was even offensive to him. He would have to shower in his parent's suite.
He looked nothing at all like his old self. What would his parent's think? To them, he had only been gone mere minutes! "This was going to a be quite a shock for them, and me!", he thought.
Derrick took a deep breath, put the key in the hole, and opened the door...