While you decide to stay in this body for now, there are going to have to be some changes. You feel grimy after what your body has done; not just physically, but mentally. You want to get away and wash this feeling off, and after taking a sniff, you are pretty certain your new body could use a bath anyway. Searching what memories you can make sense of, you get the feeling that your new body did not belong to the most hygenic person, and bathing was not high on his list of priorities. Nevertheless, despite how odd those around you may think it, you desperately want to feel clean.
You peer through a gap in the tent flap, noting the large army encamped about you. You know you are its commander, but you could care less at this point. The size of the army, however, gives you an idea. In order to keep such a large army hydrated, there must be a river nearby, and if you follow it upstream, maybe you can find a clean tributary where you can wash yourself in relative privacy, as well as consider your next course of action.
Grabbing a nearby cloth which looks relatively absorbent, you put on your sword and leave your tent. Spotting the expected river meanding through the plain, you note the area it originates, and stride in that direction. You see a few soldiers make as if to approach you as you leave, and your new body recognizes them as your bodyguards. In truth, they were rather superfluous to you, since you were plenty strong enough to defend yourself, but you used them largely to keep away nobles and other such irritants when in camp. You give them a dark grimace, which quickly causes them to return to their posts, realizing they were not welcome on this outing.
Entering the nearby woods, you come across the river, which is now slightly narrower, but deeper and faster. You follow its banks until you find an offshoot, which you trace until it runs over a small rocky cliff into a relatively tranquil pool. Being so far off the beaten path, you doubt anyone will come across you here, but you still scout the area around the pool for any trace of intruders. Satisfied that you are alone, and confident that you will notice anyone approaching, you remove your armor and undergarments, rinsing the latter before hanging all of them up on a tree limb to air and dry. You also tuck your sword up on a branch out of sight, not wanting to provide any unexpected enemies with a weapon. Completely nude, you walk to the edge of the relatively tranquil pool and examine your reflection.
This is your first opportunity to view your body as a whole, and you can't help but be somewhat impressed. You are bulky and muscular, but as you have seen, your heft does not slow your movement at all. Even more striking is the amount of scars all over your body. Your face is only lightly scarred compared to the rest of you, but none of the wounds seem to have slowed you down any. You are also well-endowed for a male, your privates matching the size of the rest of your body. Embarrassed, you realize that your new body appears to need a restroom. You feel oddly vulnerable standing there naked in an unfamiliar male body, despite your mass, but you still walk a little ways back into the woods and relieve yourself near a tree, hoping that no one happens to come across you by chance. You are glad your new body's memories allow you to relieve yourself despite your lack of experience doing so as a male, but you are unsure if you will ever get used to those aspects of this body.
Returning to the pool, you dive in and quickly and easily swim through the water to the other edge despite your bulk, but you do find your muscles do make floating a bit more difficult. Instead, you tread water, then swim a few more laps until you feel refreshed. Your hair is relatively short, and while your face is stubbly, your memories indicate that your new body usually kept it relatively shaven, albeit messy. You exit the pool and return to your armor, dig out a short knife, and go about the business of shaving, your hands knowing the general motions despite the fact that you have never done this before. You are careful and slow, not wishing to add to your scars, and eventually you are satisfied with your relatively smooth face. You are still nowhere near handsome, especially with your shark-like teeth, but at least you don't look quite so wild anymore.
You decide this is a good opportunity to familiarize yourself with your new body, and begin with training exercises your body knows, despite the fact that you have never done them before. You have to admit that you like the strength and physical control of this new body, and find yourself enjoying your newfound power. You work up a decent sweat, then swim a few more laps to clean yourself off. You grab the cloth you brought along and tie it around you like a loincloth, and proceed to climb up to a bolder which overlooks the pond and actually catches some sun in order to let the rays dry you.
You sit atop the boulder a while, staring at your reflection in the pond below, re-evaluating this life. Even if you don't like its tendencies, you are beginning to gain more comfort with this body, and just because you are now in this body doesn't mean you have to behave the way it used to behave. Lost in your reverie, you barely notice the sound of something small running through the woods in your direction. You hardly have time to look up before you see...