I open my eyes and quietly stare at the panorama right before me in a state of complete bafflement.
Where the hell am I? Wherever it is, it surely isn't my apartment.
I am, right now, in the middle of some kind of grassland, and a very dry one at that. The terrain is completely flat and extends everywhere, almost uninterrupted save for a few trees unevenly distributed under the morning sunlight.
Morning sunlight... when it's supposed to be the middle of the night the last I remember.
I blink slowly, trying to put order into my thoughts.
This panorama doesn't feel all that unfamiliar. I clearly remember something similar from some movies and documentaries I watched in the past.
“...Isn't this the Savannah?” Then I open my eyes wide, noticing an oddity. “Huh?!”
What was that?! Is that... my voice?
A strange voice just came out of my mouth, and I lick my lips, starting to feel a little agitated.
But then, I also notice that my lips also feel strange under my tongue. It's like they have grown more than twice their original size.
“W-Wha... What?”
Even my mouth, and my palate, and the back of my teeth, and the same tongue I'm using to feel 'everything'. The general shape is all wrong.
“What is happening here...?”
My voice sounds strangely high-pitched but with a little raspyness. It's almost like... a kid's voice.
I swallow saliva, chin trembling, lips shut. And I slowly look down.
I am immediately greeted by two slim ebony legs all spread out over the dry grass, both ended in two dust-covered feet with a particularly long set of toes.
I blink once, then twice, then I stop blinking altogether, my mind struggling to understand what's going on.
I keep looking down, noticing a strange skirt made of rope and dry leaves covering from the waist to a little more than half way through the thighs. And, a bit closer to my point of view, I don't fail to notice the slim chest, completely naked except for some kind of crude necklace made of what it seem to be dozens of little tusks.
I contemplate all of this with a sense of bewilderment, still mentally deattached from reality, almost like I'm watching a movie.
But then I notice the 'feeling'! The feeling of my mostly naked ass sitting over the soil, the feeling of dry grass tickling my legs. I consciously put one hand over the thigh, sensing its smoothness through my skin, which is also dark brown at the back, but oddly pale at the palm.
“Aaaaaaahhhh...”
My sluggish mind finally clicks.
“It can't be, This cannot be, you have to be kidding me...”
I stand up from the ground, quicker than I've ever been, and immediately start touching my face with those dirty hands.
“What is this. What is this!!”
Why are my cheekbones so high? Why is my nose so wide?! M-My lips are too big! And what... What is this hair?!
I bring my fingers to my new hair, horrified at the dry and kinky curled feeling, completely different from my original loose and greasy hair.
“I... I... What did I...”
I can't say it. I'm still unable to say it. My tongue is stuck in my throat and I aim my eyes forward, my heart pounding like crazy. I then start looking around, desperate to find a speck of familiarity within this absurd scenario, some solid ground to anchor my mind and prevent me from freaking out.
I step forward, swaying a little, still not used to my new sense of balance. But when I keep advancing, my naked feet stepping over the yellow grass, I feel 'something' gently hitting my inner left thigh.
I immediately look down, confused. Did something just hit me there?
I look around for a moment, but I fail to see anything over the ground. So I keep moving, this time a bit quicker.
*plop
A gentle sound coming from below alongside the exact same feeling from before. But this time on the right thigh.
“What w-was that?” I said with a shy, low voice. Is there something between my legs?
I stop and lean forward, looking at my feet. Nothing there.
Then I touch those slender calves up to the back of my knees, trying to find something by touch, since the leaf skirt plus the dark skin makes it difficult to notice by sight.
Nothing again.
I furrow my eyebrows and try a bit higher this time. And finally, my hand stumbles upon 'something'.
“Hmmmm?”
There's definitely something soft and thick hanging right there. Is that what I felt? It feels so weird. Is this thing attached to the skirt or...?
In an impulse, I grab 'it' with my hand.
“What the-!” I yell. Not because of the awkward, meaty touch that it's suddenly filling my palm, but because I can clearly “feel” the warmth and texture of my own hand through that 'hanging thing'.
It's almost like...
No, there's no way this is what I think it is. My hand is not anywhere close to the crotch, but right in the middle of my thigh. How the hell could 'that' even be possible.
But the moment I lift the leaf skirt so see what's actually going on, my eyes freeze,
Right between my ebony legs, there is an “extra” limb hanging in the middle, starting from the crotch and ending half way through the thighs.
This is... This is clearly a penis. A big, long, fat penis even darker than my legs and completely out of proportion in this thin slender body. But again, I have the fleeting thought that such a monster would look out of proportion on any adult human. Not to mention this... youth that I have become.
“It almost looks fake” I say with a quiet voice.
But when I gently grab it from below, lifting it up, feeling its weight, watching in wonder how it curves over the palm of my hand like a lazy python snake hanging over a treebranch, I know for sure that this thing isn't fake.
"Ah... Ah..."
E-Even the balls. How did I fail to notice those abnormally large ballsacks rubbing my groin?
"No way... No..." This is so messed up. What 'exactly' did I get myself into?
I suddenly fall on my knees, my back and forehead covered by a layer of cold sweat.
I'm feeling dizzy.
This is just... All of this is just too much.
I've been turned into an African boy!
Where has my life gone? What happened to my body...?
I cover my unfamiliar face with my hands.
“Aaaauuugghhh...”
I stay in that position for what it feels like hours, until...