You turn to find yourself alone. Relief crashes over you, harder than you expected. This was all so sudden and all so new. You again look over your more youthful, thin and blank adult form and found yourself thinking more and more of it as a canvas. A small part of you, the part undoubtedly under the growing influence of the forest's curse, tingled with what could only be excitement.
What will you be?
You shook your head clear, but all the same, found an odd joy in your new body. You stood up and examined yourself. In a way, with your newly tanned skin that signified a new and all-converting Mediterranean heritage, you looked vaguely like the Greek statues of old. Of course, thin and lacking muscle. Your face was still yours, although it was younger and had a matured boyishness that you never had.
If you did get out of this forest...No when you got out of this forest...you'd quite enjoy this new appearance.
You smelt yourself, and found the faint smell of sweat clung to you. Yet underneath it was something else...a small yet present smell of a locker room - of testosterone and men. Regardless of your body, of your new twink appearance, you were a male. The only markings of overt masculinity was the light bush around your cock, whose head was still sticky with its previous emissions. That load, you recalled, felt so good.
You began to grin, absentmindedly fondling your balls and your felt yourself become erect! You would drool, basking in the yet unleashed pleasures of it before your mostly unconverted instincts kicked in.
"No!" You barked. "I need to resist. I need to stay the same."
You picked a direction and began walking in it, feeling initially complicated about your nakedness. But then as you walked that self-consciousness melted away. It was just flesh after all. It felt...freeing.
You began to grin.