Richard leapt from the bed with the intention of seeking help from Tim, but he caught his reflection as he passed a dresser mirror. He uttered a surprised "Ook!" and lifted his hands to feel of the features.
He looked like an extra in the cast of one of the Planet of the Apes movies. His upright stance was his only claim to his receded humanity. In the smooth glass, he watched his reflection.
"That's me now," he realized. Would there be a way back?
His nose was broad and somewhat flattened. Prominent brow ridges were capped with hair as thick as fat caterpillars.
"I don't want this!" Richard exclaimed.
Or tried to do so. He only produced a some grunts and hoots, very much like he had observed with chimpanzees in zoos and on nature documentaries.
"I guess this means Homo Erectus didn't have a spoken language..." Richard theorized aloud, only to frighten himself with more of the gibberish. He really couldn't produce words.
He massaged his throat and tried more deliberately.
"Why it not work?" Richard wondered. "Me not dumb."
He reached down automatically and grabbed his cock. "Ooh, feel good."
The good feelings from contact with the large, hard cock eased the anxiety from his reflection. In fact, his awareness of the reflection began to fade. For one moment, he stared with marvel at the mirror and thought he saw another of his kind. Then he turned away and failed to recognize his own dull-eyed reflection when he looked back. Self-recognition slipped from his smaller brain, along with other important features of the homo sapien Richard.
At that moment, Richard the early hominid froze when he heard footsteps. They were coming closer. He bounded across the room and stopped at the window that he'd left ajar earlier. With the footsteps coming closer, he leapt onto the window ledge with amazing dexterity. His toes gripped the narrow ledge as he saw the wide lawn that stretched toward a wooded edge.
This place seemed too strange with its unfamiliar objects and strange odors. Richard jumped to the ground and kept running when he made the 15 foot drop without any serious consequence. Only when he reached the cover of the trees did he take the time to resume pleasuring his big cock producing a rising chorus of animalistic exuberance that flushed a flock of pheasants.