Whatever the hell was going on Brandon wanted an answer. But for some reason Jannes was not answering the phone. The message kept going to voice mail. Well, Brandon wasn't someone to wait like this for a nonresponsive person. He stopped even trying to call the doctor and just decided to try and reckon with the fact things were going on. He decided to keep going with the journal despite how he rankled against such a thing...
-Dick turned black.
-Nipples too.
-Something wrong with my face.
-Is something going on with my fingers?
He finished with that and decided to try again for Jannes in an hour or two. He looked at his face again, realizing as he did that his body was looking a little different too. His muscles seemed a little bit more broad and bulky still, but his midsection was undoubtedly more toned and tight then what he remembered. He usually didn't have enough tone for a good six pack, but here he was standing here looking at a six pack of abs to be envied.
Despite all the things that happened so far, Brandon grinned a little. He thumped his abs and flexed an arm. Fuck whatever was going on was messed the fuck up, but it sure was leaving him looking masculine as fuck. Even these changes to his face could be argued as masculinization. Well, he did want to retain his vigor and strength when he regressed...right? Brandon cupped his chin, contemplating what to do for now while waiting to give out another call.
He started looking on his phone for some music, but for some reason the music he liked on there typically was just not doing it for him. He groaned and looked himself over.
Brandon started looking through the YouTube videos for anything he might enjoy...and then happened to come up on a rap video. He found himself then realizing that as much as he typically didn't like this kind of thing...it WAS pretty catchy. The rhymes weren't as bad and forced as he thought they were. Before long he was lightly bobbing his head along to the song...
By the time the song ended, Brandon quit out of the video and glanced around, as if some invisible onlooker might see he had enjoyed such music. But there were no such arbiters of what he enjoyed in his own home. He wondered why he was being so nervous now. Maybe because of just how...involuntary these changes were.
Fuck, Brandon thought as he settled in, he was starting to get horny again.
He didn't even realize as he headed off toward his room to go get his laptop ready for some porn that things were still progressing. His body and the discolorations seemed to be evening out - his skin across his form tanning outside of his awareness. As of now he was "just" becoming more toward a nice sexy bronzed look, though when he ran his hand through his hair he noted it was still curlier than he liked. Surely this drug wasn't turning him into what he thought...
...No, that was completely impossible.
And besides...besides! Looking at it now, his cock was more evened out with how his body looked, skin tone wise. Maybe...maybe he didn't even have to stay home right now. Maybe he could do something else. Brandon knew it was probably shortsighted, but he couldn't help himself but want to enjoy his returned youth. Even as he got a porn vid started, an MMF video oddly enough, he started contemplating what to do that night...