Alone in the middle of the forest, Oswald had no idea where to begin.
He looked for the river first, so he'd have a way to observe his own face thanks to the mirror image he could see in calm waters.
Then, he unsheathed a knife he borrowed from Tom, he was too confused about himself to not try everything he could, this included tickling his pain receptors.
But it was last option, so he sunk the knife back into its sheath. His first sign of transformation was the hardest he could see, his yellow eyes, so dug a hole next to the pond and got plenty of water in it. Still he had no idea where to start.
So he talked to himself.
"Why are you not not doing what I am asking? You're the body I own, right? So, change! Alter something I can see. Do something! I can trigger it right? I can do things just when I become angry... So I just need to-."
Thud.
