The cold woke Cally from her deep sleep, and she rolled over to reach for the covers but was shocked when her hand seemed to meet something wet and coarse. The sensation of the cold and the wet against her bare skin roused her from sleep immediately. Why was she naked, and why the hell was she outside? She was alone in what looked like a grassy clearing in the middle of a forest. It was dark, but the blue light coming from one end of the horizon suggested that dawn was approaching.
“Where the fuck am…” but the deep bass voice rumbling out of her chest out out her mouth stopped her dead in her tracks. She slapped her hands over her mouth but pulled them away immediately when she felt a thicket of coarse hair under her palms. She looked down at her hands, forgetting them when she noticed her chest was smooth and flat. No, not smooth and flat; her breasts were hard, rounded, and covered in a network of coarse hair. Her arms were likewise dusted with a layer of hair over thick and veiny muscles. Her hands were enormous; her fingers felt like thick sausages as she flexed and examined them. They were man’s hands, this was a man’s chest. She had a man’s beard and had just exclaimed with a man’s voice. She gulped and looked down between her legs, noticing that they too were covered in hairs. She was shocked at what she saw.
A large soft cock lay between her legs, complete with a pair of balls that were pulled tight against her body from the cold. It was uncircumcised, stemming from a nest of thick dark pubic hair and resting over her balls. She wanted to say something, to cry out, but she was afraid to hear her masculine voice again, as if the fat cock lying between her legs wasn’t enough. She was a man! Her breasts, her vagina, everything was gone and replaced by their hairy, masculine alternatives. She pulled her legs up to her new, hairy, muscled chest and wrapped her big arms around them, clutching herself and trying to figure out what happened and what to do.
Cally had finished the night late, doing research for her thesis. She’d started to conk out, went to bed, and then…nothing. She couldn’t remember anything at all between falling asleep and waking up, not even the whispers of a dream. Now she was alone in a grassy glade, naked and without any tools and weapons. As the sun began to rise, she hesitantly stood up. Her weight felt off balance, her feet and legs feeling awkwardly large. A heavy swaying sensation in her crotch reminded her of the large penis she had acquired. Cally stood there in the growing light and examined her body. Her arms were corded with lean muscle, and her chest and stomach were firm and developed. Cally felt the beard on her face; it was coarse and scratchy, reminding her of when her boyfriends would go too long without shaving. She’d always had a penchant for hairy men; now she was one. I’m a man, he thought for the first time, and I have to figure this out.
Cally began hesitantly walking out of the field where he found a little game trail leading into the woods. The ground felt cold and alien under his feet; the rocks and other sharp bits didn’t seem to pierce the calloused soles of his feet. He continued on down the gradually widening trail, his feet suddenly meeting hard, compacted earth. There was only the sound of nature around him; no cars or sirens or anything. The morning air felt nippy against his bare skin, especially his new cock and sensitive balls, but he didn’t feel cold. The trail made a sharp little curve downhill, and as Cally rounded the blind corner he was surprised to see a man walking his direction up the dirt road. He ducked behind a thick bush and hunkered down, not knowing how to explain the presence of this hirsute naked man on what was presumably this man’s property. The footsteps of the stranger grew louder as the man approached, until Cally heard them stop. A deep, throaty chuckle rumbled through the air before the man spoke to the woods.