You wake up, sweating in your bed and breathing heavily. You look around the room and at yourself, you haven't changed at all. Though your underwear is stained with a lot of cum. You think back to what happened, you had a dream about a man named Connor. He pulled you up because its St. Patricks day and you weren't in the spirit of things. After he took you to his room, you fucked and ended up as another Irishmen. You shake your head and grab some water, you're panicking too much. Today is St. Patricks day, and you do need to head out to the store, but it was just a dream.
After having some food and putting on some fresh clothes you head out onto the street. You find yourself taking the sidewalk as plenty of men wearing green pass by you. You stop for a moment, this is exactly how your dream went. You look down the street and see a float, on it, the man named Connor who was in your dream. Your face goes pale, it wasn't just a dream, it was a warning. If he sees you out here, then you're going to take a lot more interest in this day. You move down another street, and you start noticing that most people you pass are very similar. They're buff hairy men, with ginger hair and blue eyes. Their face is usually freckled, and they all speak in the same, heavy, accent. Everyones turning Irish! You start noticing the Irish men are eyeing you heavily as you walk down the street, you're worried one will approach you. You can't fight your way out of these guys, they're all buff guys in their 20s. You gotta think of somewhere to hide...