As he floated towards the bottom of the pool, the curls in Joan's hair began to straighten out, and were now waving in the water. But then they began sticking to one another as they clumped into dark brown dredlocks that reached past his shoulders.
The changing homo flailed, as the developed muscles in his arms and legs dwindled down, as his new self wasn't much into activities that would've built such things up. However, in exchange for his lost mass, his manual dexterity and reflexes were going up and up. His torso also shrank down, as Joan lost height and width, but somehow he retained his previous lung capacity and then some. Perhaps that's why he was able to stay under the water for so long.
His white t-shirt darkened to black as the image of a marijuana leaf pressed into the center of his chest. The tight jeans he had been wearing loosened up, as the material covering his thinner legs washed away, leaving him in shorts. But soon blue denim gave way to tan cotton as his pocket shifted and multiplied during the final transition to a well worn pair of cargo shorts. Underneath these new garments, his old briefs became boxers, allowing his cock new freedom of movement. Something that it needed as it added length and girth to itself.
Down below, his socks faded away, just his sneakers began to lose chunks of leather. Soon, only straps wrapped his slightly smaller feet, as the sole became solid block of brown rubber. His new sandals also allowed him to begin kicking better, moving him back up towards the surface.
As water flowed past his face, his movie stat chin became bonier, its smooth skinn disappearing underneath hair, as a perfect stoner's goatee grew into place. Joan's normal clear green eyes took on the color of mud as the pupils dilated. His white teeth stayed straight, but yellowed from hours and hours of smoking some sweet ganja. And speaking of that weed...
The sudden flush of an unexpected high kept him calm, but also messed up his memories. He was having trouble focusing, as each remembered puff of a joint or toke from a bong burned away a portion of his gayness until nothing was left of it. He could feel the easy confidence of a stoner slide into the ashes of his previous sexuality, as everyone knew the ladies loved the mary jane. He smiled, his yellow teeth showing as he recalled nights of fun filled with smoke and sex.
Breaking the surface of the water, he took a deep breath and suddenly felt the weight of a half dozen beers drunk over a half hour hit him. His drug buzz mingled nicely with his alcohol one, and the nearly transformed man swam over to the ladder. He had to steady himself before trying to climb back out. His eyes spotted his fave Kangol hat, which must've fallen off. But he was more interested in the plastic baggie next to it, with his lighter and his blunts in it.
Shaking off the wet, the stoner stumbled over towards it, nearly tripping on some of the BAE girls lounging by poolside.
"Watch out, Jono!"
"S..sorry 'bout dat', dudette."
"Whatever!"
Pulling on his hat and turning it backwards, Jono soon had a lit blunt his hand and was taking a long toke. The high he got made him want another beer, so he called out to one of his frat brothers.
"Yo, Carl. Toss me one of those gnarly brews!"
Carl and Mick grinned as they recognized Jono. He may not have been a jock like them, but he did know how to score the best weed on campus.