As time goes by, your body begins to feel numb. You think nothing of it; as a matter of fact, you're so relaxed that you're finding it hard to think at all. Your mind can only focus on relaxing in the nice, cool water.
Five minutes pass and you begin to feel as if something is off. You begin to turn your body to reach for your leather watch sitting nearby. As you reach out your arm, you freeze. Your mind is telling you that something is definitely wrong here. Have your fingernails always been this long? Were your arms always this itchy? You stop thinking about your watch and focus on the burning itch. You begin to scratch aggressively at your chest and your armpits. Your armpits feel hairier than usual, as if new hair is growing on them. You scratch your head in confusion. You ask yourself, Why do I feel like I'm growing excess hair? Why does my forehead feel smaller? Why do my arms look as hairy as my head? Wh- What are the long brown things on my arms called?
You are grasping to reach that word. You're sure you know what the things on your arms are called... Hard? Hear?
You realize now that the water is making the pink thing in your head become smaller. No, water can't do that! You try to assure yourself that you're smart. You count the long bendy things on your hand. You grunt once for each bendy you see, each grunt sounding less and less human. Wait, why were you looking at the bendy things again?
You forget about the bendy things. You want to get out of the water. With all of your strength you pull yourself out of the muddy water, freeing yourself from the weeds and muck. You look yourself over. You are still covered in long brown things, your skin is still dark and rough, the shiny things in your mouth are as sharp as ever. You feel silly now, why did you ever think that the water was making you look different?
You sit down by the water and use your feet like hands to clean the muck off each of them. You felt strange doing this, as if your feet hadn't looked like hands before. You stop worrying soon, when the itch comes back on your arm! You swat at your furry arm and feel a small bump. You pick through and find one of those pesky flying things! You place it in your mouth, licking your hand afterward. The flying thing tastes nice! You smile, baring your simian fangs.
You feel at ease now, yet something still feels off. You aren't sure of what to do now. What do you do?