Goldick scanned his unfamiliar surroundings. He was lying amid a veritable mountain of refuse— broken appliances, twisted metal, and mountains of discarded electronics. It was a massive junkyard, a forgotten pile of civilization's trash. To his side, he saw a stretch of water, which must have been where he had emerged.
"What… the hell is this place?"
Everything felt alien and wrong. As he tried to stand, a searing bolt of pain shot through his side, forcing a scream from his throat. He immediately checked the fresh, gaping wound, yet the memory was insistent: he never was wounded, he died by drowning in cum.
"Damn it. I drowned in pussy, but I wasn't wounded here... and f*ck, my entire body is aching everywhere."
He tentatively raised a hand to his head, expecting the familiar, high, slicked back blond pompadour, but his fingers met something completely different.
"The heck?"
His scalp felt soft, not rocky, and a shocking length of hair flowed down past his shoulders. Why did his head have long hair? He instinctively reached to pull the hair over his shoulder to check the length, and it cascaded past his waist, stopping only at his knees. The hair was shockingly and undeniably red.
"Motherfucker — whose red hair is this? This is not mine!"
His frantic examination was suddenly interrupted by a massive obstruction: a pair of large breasts that completely blocked his view as he looked down at his torso. His confusion mounted as he tentatively reached out and touched them, finding the flesh soft.
"Holy shit, what the fuck are these melons doing on my chest?!"
Slowly, hesitantly, his hand moved lower, confirming the impossible transformation.
"Oh God, please no... not this one too."
He checked his crouch, feeling for the familiar weight, but found nothing—no balls, no defining shrimp dick. A wave of sick realization hit him.
"FUCK! MY DICK IS GONE! NOOOOOO! FUCKING WAY!"
It hit him with the force of a physical blow: he was no longer in his body; he was somehow trapped inside a woman, and he had awakened in an entirely unknown world. A raw, piercing scream ripped from his throat, a sound that echoed desperately across the junkyard and was immediately answered by the mocking, hysterical laughter of the nearby hyena.
He stared down at his limbs, shocked to see they were thin and soft, a horrifying contrast to the rock hard, perfectly muscled physique of the Olympian he had been. Worse, this woman's body was bruised and battered.
"My abs are gone! My biceps— gone! All my muscles, everything I worked for! I spent YEARS building that body! Argh! Where the hell is it? Bring it back!"
Crashing down onto the debris, Goldick stared up at the blood red, polluted sky, muttering incoherently to himself.
"I was Goldick Bravo. I was home, celebrating my latest gold medal, surrounded by ten women,"
He whispered, a tremor running through the strange body. He recounted the horror: the ten women leaping on him, the brutal sex that became his cause of death... and his eyes widened in shame, remembering himself naked and exposed in death.
"Oh God no! They'll find me naked! The whole world will see my pathetic, little shrimp dick! NOOO!"
Then he imagined the news, the headline burning into his mind:
#OlympicGoldMedalistShrimpDick.
He cried, rolling into a fetal position like a pathetic baby. But then, he realized the awful, final connection: the woman he drowned with, the one with the long red hair and the bleeding side.
"Wait a minute!"
He rasped, his eyes widening as he looked down at his own long, red hair and the fresh, agonizing wound in his flank.
"No. No way! I'm in her body? That woman in the white dress? I'm her?"
The realization was a punch to the gut, but the hyena was creeping closer now, its eyes gleaming. Goldick surged to his feet, ignoring the blinding pain in his side, driven by a desperate, primal urge.
"Get back!"
He shouted, the unexpected force in his voice making the hyena flinch, though it did not run.
"I don't know where I am, and I don't know who you are, but I was just in deep water, and I did not survive death just to be eaten by a laughing dog!"
The hyena simply stopped, watching his erratic movements, its mocking, hysterical laughter echoing through the trash piles once again. Ignoring the searing pain in his side, Goldick stumbled back toward the shallow water, his eyes frantically scanning the surface.
"My body… I have to find my body. It's got to be here, somewhere in the water too!"
He waded into the murky liquid, splashing around desperately. The water was surprisingly shallow now, nothing like the suffocating depths he remembered.
"Where the hell did I go?"
He yelled into the stillness, bending low to peer through the opaque water, the movement sending sharp agony through his flank. He was desperate to find his strong, muscular male form, to escape this fragile, soft woman's body that felt completely foreign.
"I won't live like this, mocked for my size and now trapped in some stranger's skin! I'm Goldick Bravo!"
He ran his slender hands through the water, stirring up silt, his frustration boiling over. He had always admired large breasts and a shapely behind, but he wanted to touch them on someone else, not feel the weight of them on his own chest.
"Damn it, I don't want these! I might be a horny guy who wanted to taste every color and size of woman, but I sure as hell didn't want to become one!"
He spat, realizing the futility of his search after several hours.
"Where's my gold medal? Where's my seven hundred pound squat?!"
The constant, mocking laughter of the hyena from the trash pile finally snapped his tenuous control.
"You! Shut your trap, you ugly mutt!"
Goldick roared, starting to wade out of the water to confront the beast. As his last foot lifted from the water,a loud scream slammed into his ears, stopping him cold.
"MOMMY!"
He snapped his head toward the source and found a young boy with a peculiar outfit.
"MOMMY!?"