All James could really accomplish right now by wandering around would be getting even more lost. Odds were pretty good Alan had enough of a lay of the land by now to get back, but odds were even better he popped some of those mushrooms himself and wouldn't be coherent enough to be useful until they were out of his system. James really didn't feel much like sleeping naked in a field, especially with this unfamiliar body, so... there was some time to kill here.
At first he just paced around, periodically glancing at the moons, curious about how much they could help navigate around here, seeing if there was anything noticeably different about the grass than the color, but ultimately, the most interesting thing he could find to focus on were all the changes to his body. Circling around to the far side of the hill, where hopefully he'd at least have some advanced warning if Alan woke up and started looking for him, James started to really properly examine himself.
Being a woman was a hard point to get past, but he didn't want to dwell on that too much. Being blue was weird, but James really didn't know what to do with that information. What else was there? Well there was the hair, or, the lack of hair. Aside from on his head, there really just didn't seem to be any, anywhere. No pubes, nothing under his arms. Could be that he'd just gotten a neck down thorough shave as part of everything else, but Alan hadn't had any either, and he'd definitely been here long enough to grow it back, unless he had a razor somewhere... and he was really into manscaping. His armpits were pretty dry too. Didn't really recall sweating at all this side of the cave. Hell, did they have pours at all? The more he thought about this, having hair on their heads seemed weirder than the lack anywhere else. Anything else weird?
James looked at his hands. Dainty and feminine, yeah. Longer pointier fingernails. He flexed the tip of one. Did that feel normal? Maybe harder than usual like a little claw? Or was that just because his fingers were softer? Hard to say. He rubbed his tongue along his teeth. That mostly felt the same. Didn't seem to have any of the fillings he used to. Perfect teeth fit in well enough with being super fit he supposed. He licked his lips. Didn't seem especially dry, which was nice considering the desert he'd left and the drugs. On a whim, he stuck his tongue out farther, and was a bit surprised to find he could touch the tip of his nose with it. And the point of his chin. He had quite a bit more control in curling and flipping it. If he had a cherry stem handy he'd be tempted to see if he could tie a knot in it. Anything else to do with an extra flexible tongue?
After thinking for a moment, James managed to get curious enough to check, and sure enough, hefting a breast up, he could lick his own nipple. That was a bit of a shock. He really hadn't expected to reach, and it certainly made the reality of, well, his boobs sink in a lot more heavily. Having gotten his feet wet though (well, his nipple), there wasn't much more point in holding off there, and he started experimentally groping himself.
He squeezed them, fondled them, ran his fingers across his nipples like he was strumming a guitar, mashed them together, hopped up and down a bit, shook'em around. It all felt... nice, in a weird sort of way. James didn't exactly get some sort of amazing erotic thrill from any of it, which did make some sense after thinking about it a moment. If it were really all that great women would just be constantly pawing themselves up, and nursing mothers... James shuddered, really not wanting to let his mind wander any further down that road.
What else was there to look into? Well, if his tongue was that flexible, how about everything else? He pressed his hands together and tried to flatten out his palms. Sure enough his fingers bent backwards, just about to a right angle before it started to feel painful. He couldn't manage the same with his elbows, but he could damn near twist his torso well enough to see his own ass. Just about any reasonable stretch or yoga pose he could think of was pretty easy to pull off. He could do cartwheels, handstands, back flips. As he finished confirming that he could, in fact, get both of his legs up behind his shoulders at once, he had an awkward realization.