The bright light rapidly dissipates as you blink, Keith standing in the swamp with a surprised look on his face. His crocodile jaw slowly parts open in shock, and you knew you had to look down.
To your own surprise as well, Keith had changed your whole body. As you looked down, you witness with your own eyes down to your new and muscular form. Six-Pack abs adorn your body, plastered onto a muscular and cut waistline forming a V-shape torso up to your hunky pecs.
You look to your thick, muscular arms in black skin, its texture slippery and smooth on touch. Clawed tips adorn your fingers, sharp enough to rend flesh off of a conceited crocodile.
But then you felt your legs.
Or...
Your absence of a pair.
A slithery feeling jolts into your brain as you realized an instinctual level of control familiarize themselves into your mind, and you had to look down onto the black tail of an electric eel.
You have been transformed into an anthro electric eel.
"W...woah." Keith mutters in a stupor. By memory, an electric eels facial formation was intimidating, and presumably, your visage coupled with your new frame triggers a lot of instinctual fear inside your Crocodile Keith friend.
But inside, you're a different matter.
In your shock, you couldn't balance yourself as you flop straight into the swamp surrounding your tail. You saw these forms before on the internet. Akin to nagas, you have been transformed into a mimicry of one.
Keith quickly runs towards you in worry, his muscular arms pulling your face out of the murky swamp waters. You knew you could breathe fine in them, but you're just in shock.
You didn't know how Keith was able to become angry at this level of change.
"Hey! You alright? I didn't mean to hurt you!" Keith completely forgot about the keys in his clawed hands, trying to lift your heavy frame out of the swamp waters. "Come on, dude!"
"I'm sorry." was all you could say.
Electric charge surges through your body in an instinctive action, your body doing it all for you with yourself at the helm, pulling the strings.
Keith couldn't release your body in time as thousands of volts course through his wet crocodile form and dispersing into the swamp. Keith convulses as the electric current courses through his body.
As he flopped into unconsciousness, you quickly right yourself up, slithering to your downed friend and put your earholes to Keith's chest.
There's a pulse.
Sighing in relief, you spot the hand that held the keys. After a few seconds of searching the water, your claws snag the keys from the murky depths.
"Okay Keith, I need to make this right." You point the keys towards Keith and press it.
But nothing happens.
"Wh- Why?" You were panicking. The keys weren't working?
Upon closer inspection, your keys were never waterproof.
Shaking, you hunker down in fear, hugging your bulky body as tightly as you could.
You're lost in the swamp, it's dusk now, in a form not your own, your friend Keith unconscious and your salvation, wet.