Mark looked at his new self in the glass from his deep set eyes without smiling, just a look of satisfaction. Although his eyes had narrowed in shape, the irises were deep brown and far bigger, like globes of quiet power. He knew he must now set to work on his new personality.
“I am black” he whispered and he was still thrilled by the new, deeper resonance of his voice, seeming to rumble from the depth of his gut. A small shudder passed over him, as he took on his new inheritance.
“I am confident and I am intimidated by no one. I have everyone’s respect.”
“I am intelligent.” A mist seemed to lift from his mind. It was not he was now thinking anything in particular more intelligently, it was just that his whole being now knew there was more to life than Mark had even imagined before, and he was both awed and excited at the prospect of a bigger, wider world.
“I love football and working out and I play to win” said Mark complacently but he was momentarily surprised at his next words. He would never have said them, but as soon as they were said he felt they were so right.
“I work hard for my grades. I am fascinated by history and cultural studies and I love poetry and music.”
“I can have sex with any girl I want” he said with a slight smirk, which went as he found himself continuing “or boy. And I will always treat my partners with love and respect.”
Mark raised his large hands and turned them towards himself. He noticed his longer fingers and the dark pink of the palm of his hand with darker lines. He raised his palms and gently rubbed them against his nipples, the roughness of the palms stimulating the sensitive nips.
He lowered his hands to caress lightly his enlarged balls, and then with his right fist gripped his magnificent tool. He felt both a tension in his butt, and a growing warmth in his chest. He worked his tool as the warmth grew. Soon he felt a power building up inside himself, both overwhelming him and propelling him forward. As the power began to overwhelm him, he involuntarily raised himself on his toes.
“My name is...” he gasped. The power drove on, leading him to tip his head back and close his eyes. “...Micah” he barely hissed as he lost consciousness.
His feet struck back on the ground and he woke to see his fist and legs covered in a torrent of hot, sticky cum.
For the first time since his transformation he smiled, a quiet, inward smile.
“But everybody calls me Mike.”
Mike headed for the showers.