You easily adapt to your new life. A life hat would have horrified you as a man. After all, you are in love with Tarzan now, a great love with another man whose muscles make you dream like a silly schoolgirl. Such thoughts would been horrid when you still possessed a penis. Instead you have firm round breasts that are like ripe fruits that your dear mate adored kissing and squeezing. And you like it too, from the giggles it brings out of you. You were a selfish machist man always thinking about your own dick and being horrible to women, you are at present a woman enthralled by the muscular form of another male and... the secret great desire to make HIS penis so very happy. You giggle at the idea. Yes, Tarzan made you into a silly young woman but what more does he need? He just wants someone to admire, have sex with, have kids with, share his life and to relieve his needs. And he's got a lot of needs to relieve, that one! He loves sex and takes you like the animals he grew up with. He makes sure you enjoy it too, and he brings you things to decorate the house in the jungle, which you set around lovingly.
Yes, you've really turned into the perfect little homemaker. You cannot imagine taking pleasure in anything else, and certainly not what entertained you as a macho vain man. Tarzan is the perfect hubbie and you would never want another for the whole world. Then again, Tarzan made you that way. He wanted a mate and one made according to his fantasies. So a sorcerer offered him a phial with a magic potion within to turn the first ape or human he wanted to transform. The subject would become his perfect companion. When he saw you, the king of the jungle knew right away that you weren't a true ape. You reeked of a transformed former human from another world and he knew no one would come for you. You were sent here to be punished and he could do to you as he wished. You were the perfect victim, in short. You got tailored exactly to what he desired and he's delighted with the results. He makes love to you with utmost pleasure and you please him back in many ways. His penis is a little rascal that just adores your touches and kisses! And as you appreciate that new wonderful life, you wonder when you will have a child. The idea of bearing the fruit of this amazing love fills you up with joy, as much as when Tarzan fills you with his virile member. Your male self is really gone, a sort of death that you'd be appalled by if you could only realise. After all, you were worthless in your previous life and are much more useful where you now are. No one will miss you. Tarzan made you into something else, someone else, rendering you so different that it can be argued that he erased you, a form of death. But you ARE happy and a better being so is it that bad?