The arm you reach out with is covered in jagged black rings, inked into the skin you'll be stuck with for at least the next week like the stripes of a tiger, or the design of an elaborate rug. You swallow the tablets and sit up to have a look at the rest of you. The tattoos keep right on going, rings climbing up your arm to your shoulder where they expand to a criss-crossed elaborately woven pattern, shrinking again on your chest to tight rings that make your rather large breasts look like bull's eyes with dark nipples in the center. The rippling black lines flow down from there across your taut well-defined stomach, looking more like Ws, or arrows pointing down between your striped legs.
Of course you're naked again. Somehow it doesn't feel all that embarrassing this time. It does help that you have the whole lawn to yourself. Grabbing your honey, you stand up, stepping away from the sprinklers. Heading towards the house, you find yourself surprisingly full of energy, breaking into a run that covers the distance in barely any time at all, and leaping through the open door covering a rather impressive distance. There's no sign of anyone inside, and no clothes lying around to snag either, but there's a few trays of appetizers left laying around, and you manage yourself a decent sized breakfast of deviled eggs and shrimp.
You start pacing about wondering what to do next. With all the power and energy you have in this body you just feel too amped up to sit down and consider your situation. You just feel... wired, and anxious. Eventually you make your way back outside, running a couple laps around the property to tire yourself out enough to think straight, but you still can't focus. It's like there's something pent up inside you that needs release, and it's driving you a little crazy. You grit your teeth and take a mighty leap over the hedges, hitting the ground running in search of some way to really wear yourself out.