Mike, no Loris, had never known a life like this, he had grown to love culture, society, and being surrounded by people. All of that was lost to him forever after the mafia started targeting him. Now he had something new, for the first few hours after his transformation he sat in the living room of his mobile home, thinking about his goals, dreams, what he longed for. What would he do now? He hoped that his new memories would give him a purpose in this world.
Loris got up and went to the full length mirror in his bathroom. He took off his shirt, and stood there taking it in. This body, it was incredibly muscled and looked like it knew the harshness of life. His palms were heavily callused, from years of labor. He brought his fingers up through his abs and eventually left them to rest on his pecs. He had always been fit, but never like this. He walked outside, feeling the breeze through his bushy beard and heavy amount of chest hair. He brushed his hands through his chest hair again. It gave him a sense of euphoria. He had always wondered what it would be like to be a hairier man, in fact he was jealous of his coworkers who had more than him, but sense he knew he would never be that way, he didn't let it bother him. Yes he loved this new body, every single detail of it, it felt more like his body than when he was Mike.
Loris's new personality started to flow into him. Since his youth he had always been a hot-head, this combined with his stubbornness make Loris hard to get along with. Loris had experienced love many times in his life, but each time it wasn't the right fit. He couldn't wait to find the woman of his life. He was a man of passion. He was passionate for reading, the arts, and for writing. So he had decided to seclude himself, in hopes of experiencing something that would inspire him.
The melding of the personalities complete, Loris took the next few days to settle into his routine. Life on his own was hard, but rewarding. He would wake up early and work his garden, filled with tasty fruits and vegetables. Then he would take some time to get into whatever book he was currently going through, recently he had been on a theology kick. Around noon he would spend his time cutting up firewood or hunting for meat.
This wasn't enough for his though. He felt a longing for companionship if not a lover, maybe a friend. He decides to take a trip into town, hoping for a fateful encounter.