The door of the small studio apartment creaked open as its sole occupant, Sam strode in on a pair of noisy flip flips, he had just returned from the nearby beach where he regularly swam, taught kids how to swim, cleaned the beach and hung out with the other volunteer staff, but now only one thing was on his mind.
"God, I cant wait to sleep." he said into the empty air of his cramped ground floor apartment as he lazily wandered into his bathroom and set the tub to fill with warm water and his favourite soap, he than sluggishly made his way to the living room, plopped onto one of the sofas that he and his friend and fellow beach worker Mitch had found, turned on the TV to a channel that he didn't bother paying attention to and felt his eyelids grow heavy.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself on the beach, or well, at the parking lot right outside of the beach. "Man, I dont even have a car!" he shouted at the sky, as if he were criticizing the dream his subconscious had constructed, after he was done surveying the eerily empty beach and its closeness to his apartment building he felt his thigh itch, and he pulled up one of the legs of his shorts only to be greeted by a dark turquoise blotch of skin that throbbed hard enough to wake him.
"Ho-holy shit!" Sam yelled as he almost fell out of his chair, after which he sat quietly listening to see if he woke his elderly neighbor Gertrude, she was prone to calling the cops over any little thing, but after a moment of dead silence with the exception of a talk show that he wasn't interested in, he wandered into his bathroom to find his tub filled and ready to be used, he stripped off his clothes, tossed them into a messy heap on the sink and sat in the warm inviting water that soothed him right back to sleep.
Sam found himself on the beach again, as naked as how he entered the bath, still surprised to see the odd pigment on his leg, and shocked to see it slowly spreading. something in the back of his mind told him to run to the water, as if something hydrophobic was chasing him and it would burn when in contact with moisture, he didn't look back, as the weakening in his legs was the telltale sign of one of those rare chase nightmares he had, every step he took made the pigment spread, but it stopped right at his pubic bone and spread all the way to his other leg and down to his feet, he found running even harder as his feet began to flatten and his toes lengthened, and despite how weak they felt, his legs were getting more muscular, disproportionately thick compared to his thin but toned body that could pass as being androgynous when looked at from far enough away. He trained his eyes up his body to see something that shook him, his penis was shrinking, no, dissolving into his body, leaving only a small urethral hole where it had been, while his testicles grew painfully in size to that of oranges and melded into his thighs that were now joining together, causing him to fall forward. He didn't know what was happening but he just wanted to get to the ocean, despite the the pain of his toes becming flippers, or his legs joining into one, seemingly boneless limb, the last thing he was sure that was remotely human below his waist was his ass, and that was green, and enlarged due to the buffing of his lower body. Slowly but surely Sam dragged his useless, green lower half closer and closer to the wat-
He woke to the cold water of the tub that was still covered in bubbles, he cursed himself for almost allowing himself to drown there, washed his hair and began to leave, but as he tried to lift himself, he found his legs unresponsive...