Bill feels hot and flushed. After a while he starts sweating, and pops a hard painful boner. Damn! this hurts, he thought as he pulled over onto an empty street. Gotta let this out until it goes down a bit! As he unzips and pulls out his stiff dick, he gasps in shock as he pulls out a black man's dick, with a slightly purple, cut, mushroom head. "What the F* now!" he says. As if on cue he feels warm again and starts sweating and notices that the car seat feels like it's set too close to the steering wheel and the seat set too high; no he's getting bigger! after adjusting the seat and pulling his pants down, and his shirt off as they start to pinch him, he sees dense curly black hair covering his now much bigger chest, merging with a much larger black bush surrounding the proud black dick. Looking into a mirror, he sees his face morphing. His nose getting flatter and broader, and his lips getting fuller, his increasingly strong jawline started to itch as a full, dense curly salt and pepper beard started to cover it. "Shit!" he yelled in a deep voice. He noticed that his skin started to darken in the area round his dick. The dark skin coloring radiated outward down his legs and up his chest. Looking back at him the mirror was a partially clothed, muscular, bearded, bald black man, in his 40s. "Shit! Shit!" he boomed. "I've got to get home!" He starts the car up and burns rubber in the direction of his house. As he drives he starts to feel the presence of someone in his brain. He feels the memories of someone named Shamal Jhonson, who left a small town in Tennesee because he was gay, and left to find love. He pulls onto his driveway, and runs to the back door before the neighbors can notice him pulling up at the house.