A week goes by and you and Damon are both amazed how well you are reverting to a more lower class you as well as how easily and accepting your allowing these changes to occur.
One morning, you don't hear any noise in the apartment, Damon must be out and about doing some shady things.
You roll off your mattress (you don't need sheets or anything to sleep on) and strut to the bathroom, your constantly erect cock bobbing up and down with each step, your huge, black balls swaying nicely in their sac. For a person of 17 years old, you're pretty well endowed.
As you stroll in the dirty bathroom, you relieve yourself in the toliet...you are used to the loud, deep sound that your piss makes now. As you finish up emptying your bladder, a groan of relief escapes your lips...
Your voice was different...more baritone, more manly...more African American sounding.
You stand in front of the mirror reveling the image standing in front of you.
You are more black, you didn't think that your skin could darken anymore, but it is and you are sure it still is going to. Your body had muscled more, giving you the same shape as Damon but more beefier and stronger...shoulders wide and thick, narrowing down to a perfect V.
Your body hair had changed too, becoming more nappy, thicker and frizzier...your body hair is definetely a black man's body hair now. Your tattoos are barely visible, constrating the black ink with your black skin.
Your feet and hands are much larger as well...your feet need size 15 shoes to fit them, going with the old premise of big hands, big feet, big....
Your smile, a cocky smile with your cracked front tooth, you adjust your thick cock so it isn't tenting out of your boxers and leave the bathroom, waiting for Damon to return and your next adventure...