The reflection that returns your gaze is that of a mammoth bull, its eyes deep brown and possessed of a glimmer of intelligence and personality that you recognize as your own! Startled, you pull back, trying to sit up, abruptly, but find that your feet have become hooves!
Huge and ungainly, the mammoth, dinner-plate sized feet clomp into the turf, kicking up sod, grass, and leaves as you crawl back and drag yourself up to a sitting position on one of the benches.
You spy, partially kicked aside, the tattered remains of your clothing and realize, with a startled snort, that you literally ruptured your clothing! Only a thin strip of your t-shirt still lies around your neck with some tatters hanging down your back.
Carefully, you stand, realizing you have a decent sense of balance despite the extreme changes to your posture and pedal extremities. In fact, with a swish of your tail, you find that you can walk easily; keeping your balance as you look down at what remains of your clothing.
You find, almost immediately, that you are considerably taller than you once were, and your horns -yes, horns- become tangled in some of the low-reaching willow branches. Shaking them off with annoyance, you soon find that the dim light is making it hard to see in the tree-covered grove. Not only are you easily eight or nine feet tall, but it's gotten very, very late!
You reach down to the tattered cloth at your hooves and fish about until you find your wrist watch.
It's leather band has broken but the watch is still intact. You look at it and shake your head.
9:32 PM
What's worse is that the date is different. According to the watch, you've been unconscious for more than 24 hours!
"Oh, god," you snort in a deep, rumbling voice that seems to echo equally out from your huge, broad muzzle and your flared, bovine nostrils.
You put a hand to your face in astonishment at your deep voice, realization fully setting in.
Slowly, you gaze down between your legs, eyes growing wide.
You are not only male, you are decidedly male.
The mammoth penis dangling from your groin hangs almost all the way to your knees and each of your huge balls is easily the size of one of your clenched fists.
"God," you repeat to yourself, the stunned feeling still not abating, "what am I going to do now?"