As George basked in the after glow his contentment soon melted into worry as his mind turned to the full implications of his actions.
"What the fuck did I just...do" He thought, feeling the warmth of the cum that still filled him. He couldn't deny that the rabbit part of him was reeling. He'd FINALLY hooked up with a monkey, turning the monkey fetish he'd developed years ago into hot, quivering reality. His flaccid cock pumped up slightly at the thought of Todd's muscular, furry tail and irresistible hand-feet. Big stoppers and small tufted tails like he had just didn't quite scratch the itch as well as monkey anatomy. His human mind, however, was horrified. He wasn't gay, definitely definitely wasn't into animal people. The rabbit circle simple didn't fit the human square.
"Man this is crazy. I-I gotta figure out how to reverse this..." he muttered as he sat up, knowing he should probably put some clothes on lest someone walk in. "... I-I don't wanna be some gay little teen..."
As the words left his mouth, he noticed with shock as hid duffel bag shimmered, stripes of color ran down its bespoke brown leather shifting it into a pride flag themed bag. On his wrist, he felt something materialize. Glancing down, he found he was now wearing a rubber rainbow bracelet.
"Of fucking course" he sneered "This dang camp just can't be subtle about who it wants me to be. I gotta get outta here....gotta find the car...maybe if I just leave, I can turn back.." He thought, as he stood, grabbed some clothes and left the cabin, determined to reverse the course of the changes.
And to top it all off, turns out I'm a bottom ...there's no way in hell a stud like me should be a bottom...