His fingers rustled its way through the brush between his legs, but as much as they scrabbled, they could not find his familiar tree. He tried grasping deeper, only to brush against something wet and squishy...
Oh...
Oooooooh.
He retracted his hand, took a deep breath and dropped his pants. It was definitely a jungle down there, perhaps even more leafy than it was before, but squint as he may, no great tree at its center. No breasts he had to peer past either. Or maybe...
A quick rub of his chest confirmed Jordan's prized pecs and chest were still where they belonged. He was a man, completely indistinguishable from the man he was last night, save for what lay between his legs.
He whipped out his phone and tapped a quick search. "Man." "Woman." He flicked safe-search off. Scrolling through images revealed plenty of girldicks and manginas to mar the usual moneyshots. A second search confirmed it: men with vaginas existed in this universe and they were considered just as man as the bedicked boys.
He pocketed his phone. This was it? He could've ended up in a fantasy world where he decimated legions and woman's panties with but a word or far off in space swinging a laser sword, but instead he got the world where everyone's genitals had been tossed in a blender?
He slumped to the bed and made the sign of the cross on his chest. "Farewell, my trouser titan. It was a good run."
He would have to search euphemisms to call his new plumbing later.