You hugged yourself was you walked awkwardly from the path you had taken to that Lustful Woods. It was only now it seemed, that your nakedness had left you venerable to the elements. You felt cold, exposed and so you warped your arms around yourself in a futile attempt to keep you warm. This all made a slight, strange instinct boil inside you. You recalled just how warm it was in those woods, how lovely and safe it was to be naked, free to explore all aspects of your form.
You shivered, not from the cold, but a different kind of discomfort. One of longing, of that locker room stench and permeating presence of desire from within that forest. You sure that if it weren't for the exhaustion ringing within you, you'd become aroused at the mere memory of your experience in the forests.
Quickly you walked, exiting the line of the forest and now crossed the empty farmland and soon broke into a run, now fully out naked in the open. Thankfully the darkness of the night seemed to cover you, and soon you found your car right where you parked it. It was an old one, easy to brake into with a little jiggle of the lock. Getting in, you pulled out the spare key from underneath the break and speed home.
You quickly got home, again using the spare key, and then slammed the door shut behind you. Home at last. You slumped over to your wardrobe and pulled out a pair of boxers. You put them on, somewhat and strangely uncomfortable with the prospect of putting on clothing. This discomfort itched you enough that you stopped midway from reaching for a t-shirt.
"I think...I think I'll.."
You couldn't quite place why you felt this way. A grim part of you knew the forest magic had changed you still. You looked to the full-length mirror you kept in your room, looking at your younger, more boyish face, lean and hairless body. It would be odd to live with a renewed youth, but perhaps this wouldn't be too bad. You reached for your license and found, to your surprise, the face on it was your own. Even the age had been reduced to 18 years of age.
Truly you were a youth, a youth with the same bank account, job and friends, it seemed. Judging by your phone contacts. You wondered how things would play out now, being at least 5 to 7 years younger than any of your friends.
You sighed, feeling further exhausted by the entire experience of late and soon you drifted off into your bed and collapsed onto it into a gangly heap. You were out almost immediately.