When you come round again, you are lying on the floor of the dungeon. The old man has gone. Your six skinhead mates are still in the room. Only Nick appears to be awake. You call over to him.
“Hey Nick, d’you see what happened to that old Arab guy?”
“No, mate, last time I saw him I fell over and couldn’t remember anything until you called just.”
“Why, what did he do to you?”
It tuns out that the old man put in the same staring and kissing performance with Nick as he did with you. Nick confirms that he even mentioned something about a transformation starting soon. As Nick carries on talking, you notice that he is sporting a set of pearly white teeth. Come to think of it, so are you, even though you know you were toothless before you fell unconscious. Even though the light is fading, you also notice that his scalp is sprouting silky black hair before your very eyes.
“Fuck, where did that hair come from on your legs?” calls out Nick. “Look at yourself mate, what’s happening to your body?”
You look down at your legs, which are now covered in more silky black hair then ever before. Glancing back at Nick, you see that his upper legs, feet and toes now sport more hair than ever before. His face is looking different too, with a more prominent jaw and nose. Dark stubble is filling in over his cheeks, neck and chin, and a silky black moustache is thickening over his upper lip.
“Not as much as is happening to your body, I’m sure”, you reply.
Nick’s shoulders are becoming broader and more powerful. Biceps swell beneath the skin on his arms as his pecs fill out. The sparse blonde trail on his abs thickens and darkens, leaving him with a thick symmetrical chest pelt that grows to join the stubble on his neck and the hair under his armpits and under his shoulders.
As you watch Nick, conscious that hair is spreading over your legs, chest and back too, you see his skin darken to a dusty black. It starts at a point on his chest, and spreads in a darkening wave down his legs to his feet and up his chest, neck and face and to his arms.
“Hello, hello my boys!” The old Arab man has re-entered the dungeon, only this time he came in through a metal door which has appeared in the far wall. You look at Nick, or rather the mid 20s Arab stallion who has replaced Nick, and then at the old man. He hands you both a white garment, a hood and sandals to wear. Once you are both dressed, he leads you out of the door, each holding one of his hands. You notice that none of the four other lads in the dungeon are stirring.