My body hair become bleached and grew even more. I could see hair on my hand slowly whitens, my groin gets hidden inside white pubes, my chest was now totally covered with thick white bush. My body looked like has been coated with white fur.
And I could feel the beard on my face is growing on the face. Thick white hair started to fill my lower face, even my cheeks and neck were filled with long white stubble. My eyebrows grew even more, drooping bushy white hairs on my withered crow's feet. On the contrary, my hairline on forehead receded back, making my deeply wrinkled forehead more widened, eventually leaving only sparse thin hairs on the side of my pale bald head.
I looked my hand with fear, and found out nails are thick and dirtily yellow. My toe nails were even thinker and looked dirtier. My hands and feet were so winkled, covered with white sparse hairs and dark spots. It reminded me of my old grandfather's hands when he was alive.
It's not only my looks that changed. I felt my eyes were dimmed and couldn't hear sounds very well. And my body felt so heavy... I mean, not "fat" heavy, "exhausted" heavy. Even my mind was fogged, It was not clear like when I was young. I couldn't think straight any more.
But strangely, my cock was still working. It was shorter and thicker than it was, and winkled, covered in white pubes. But my penis itself was alive, and wanted to work very hard. I was not controlling my own sexual metabolism, sexual urges were controlling me. Literally, my penis was forcing me to be sexually stimulated.
I was confused. I was afraid...
"What have you done to me...?!..."
I was surprised by your own husky old voice. It was very deep, but also sounded very exhausted.
Cellucci, the Italian guy who changed me like this, seemed to be very satisfied.
"So mellow, so ripe!"
He cheered looking at me.
"Your body has fully matured. Like an good old sour wine."
I tried to yell at him, but I could only make small voice that sounds low and dull.
"What happened to me? What is this? No..."
"Did you really think you would make you into healthy young hunk? Oh boy, we cannot do that for the coward racist like you. You deserve more than that."
I started to sobbing.
"Oh god... Please mister, please. please change me back, please. You not gonna keep me like this, right? I'm afraid, I'm so afraid. What will my mom say when she see me? What will my friends and people tell me?"
"Oh, poor old man!" Cellucci laughed.
"Now your are hairy Italian old pig. Do you really think your family and friends will recognize you? They will never believe your words."
Then Cellucci whispered into my ear.
"Maybe they will think you are crazy. Maybe they think you are not yourself, but you are the guy who kidnapped or killed you!"
I was in panic. This cannot be happening! This guy is trying to keep me live like this!
"But this is not fair! I'm not some old Italian man. I'm young American boy, and my name is... my name is..."
Suddenly Cellucci cut my words.
"I will give you the name!" He shouted.
"From now, your new Italian name is "Culone", which means "one with a big fat ass!"