He had to simply lay there, recovering from the intensity of it. After a moment, he opened his eyes, smiling up at Isaac. “You’re a terrible distraction,” he said, teasing. “I can’t even remem— ” He stopped and cleared his throat. “I can’t rem— what the hell is wrong with my voice?” He lifted a hand to touch his throat, lifting up on one elbow, and froze.
He stared down at himself, eyes huge. Taking in the hair on his legs and feet, arms and chest. The slightly larger, more knobby joints. The lack of breasts. The penis, now softening after an orgasm of mindblowing proportions. Just thinking about it made his — his — penis twitch, and he jerked at the sensation.
A thought occurred to him, and he lifted his hand, shaking, to touch the back of his neck. The bare, exposed back of his neck. Drawing it back and swallowing hard, he touched his fingertips to his cheek. Stubble.
“What happened to me?”