Laughing to yourself, you pull out one of the bigger boards. On it is a near picture-perfect painting of a massively muscular woman, dressed in only a loincloth and halter top, both made of leopard skin. Her body looked to be at least twice the size of a typical male bodybuilder, with a long mane of dark brown hair and enormous, firm breasts. Her arms were raised in a double-bicep flex, her bulging muscles taller than her head.
"Hmmm... she's kinda hot..." you say to yourself, staring at the painting. But you immediately shake your head at the thought. No sense thinking about a made up woman.
You lean the board against the wall the camera is facing, and go back to turn the camera on. You fiddle around with the thing, not finding any switches or buttons or any type of interface except for a timer. 'Whatever,' you think, setting the timer to go off in 15 seconds.
You quickly dash over to the board, climbing behind it. Even standing on your toes, your chin barely reaching the bottom of the head hole. You barely have time to think that the picture might not come out very well if your head is barely in the photo when the camera suddenly clicks, the flash bulb blinding you.
You quickly bring your hands up to your eyes, rubbing them to soothe their pain, when you notice that the large board with the Amazon painted on it was no longer there. You open your eyes, slowly adjusting to the light again, noticing that everything seems much smaller than it had before. You look down, thinking that the board had simply fallen over, to find that your view of the ground is blocked by two huge, tanned mammaries.
You blink. "What in the-" you say, but stop quickly. Shockingly, it is not your voice you hear, but a deep, loud, but distinctly feminine voice.
The logical part of your brain is already starting to piece together what happened, but you still can't fathom it. You turn your head, long brown hair waving slightly, to look at your arm. Brown tanned skin, completely hairless, covers the giant mass of muscles that you realize is your arm.
You slowly raise your arm, seeing the already huge bicep grow larger and larger, almost touching your face, and certainly taller than you head.
"Oh, god," you say in that deep womanly voice that is now yours. "What the hell is going on?"