Amoa's Fervent Feminization

The Stone Age. The forest was dark, and Amoa could feel the sweat dripping down his back as he walked through the lush undergrowth. He scraped a hand across his forehead, wiping away the moisture that had collected there. It was hot and dank here in the forests of Brazil, and as he looked around him, Amoa sighed in despair.

'This is my home', he thought to himself, 'I've never seen anything else. This must be what the world is like. Dark and wet and ... green.' He hated green. It made him feel sick inside. He stopped for a moment- a small clearing caught his eye; it looked pleasant and cool, filled with soft browns and yellows that contrasted sharply with the intense greens of the jungle.

With a gentle sigh, Amoa made his way over to it. Kneeling down on the ground, he eyed it carefully; it was soft and springy beneath his palms as he slowly pressed them into the dirt. Slowly but surely, Amoa's hands pressed down until they met resistance- soil? But this was stone! He pushed harder, gritting his teeth as he felt his nails dig into the ground below him as they met resistance. No! This couldn't be happening! He didn't want to give up- let go of the soil beneath his palms, Amoa pushed harder against the dark earth below him- grunting in frustration as he felt nothing give way but instead heard a dull thud echo around him.

That's when it hit him- like an epiphany so sudden that it almost knocked him from his knees, Amoa was hit by a revelation that turned his world upside down: He wasn't alone! Someone else must have been here recently! As realization dawned upon him, Amoa felt something hard press against his shoulder blades; looking behind him (and feeling slightly foolish for doing so) , Amoa quickly realized that someone else must have been standing behind him- at least someone had certainly left their spear behind! His heart pounded in his chest as Amoa reached out blindly, grasping desperately at the spear shaft pressing into his flesh with trembling fingers.

'What do I do?' He thought desperately to himself over and over again as he gritted his teeth together tightly and closed his eyes tightly shut; could this really be happening? Was this really real? The cold metal of the spear against his skin gave no comfort as he felt something brush against the hand holding onto its shaft above him before laying itself against said hand gently- it took all of Amoa's remaining strength not to scream out in shock at this tactile sensation of touch and warmth that rushed through him as he did so; after just a few moments though, however, said warmth began to fade away and leave only coldness behind in its wake- leaving Amoa feeling suddenly alone once again. With a strangled cry of both anger and fear, Amoa felt a sudden rush of adrenaline surge through his veins- blood pumping angrily through his temples like hot water through a geyser in full eruption at full power- causing every inch of skin on show from head to toe to tingle pleasantly with its presence (or so he would remember later).

Without thinking too much about what might happen next (not that he could have done so even if he wanted to), Amoa surged upwards violently using both feet to kick out at whoever had snuck up behind him so stealthily before flinging himself forward without looking where he was going next whilst simultaneously swinging wildly at whoever was unfortunate enough to still be nearby with the spear that had been pressed firmly into his back moments earlier before launching himself into an attack pose with one leg raised high above him whilst pointing directly at whomever might still be around in front of him whilst yelling "RAAAAAAH!" In such an angry manner that startled whatever animal had been sitting within striking distance of where Amoa now stood right out of its skin- causing said animal (a small silver bird which seemed confused by what just happened) to take off for parts unknown leaving behind only a surprised look on its face before flying off whistling loudly "TAKE THAT YOU STUPID BIRD!" At whatever creature might be stupid enough to come after it (which just happened to be an innocent tree frog which was then chased off by both creatures indignantly calling each other names for several minutes until finally deciding on staring angrily at each other from opposite sides of a particularly large leaf).

The sudden silence which followed soon afterwards caused Amoa's chest to relax from its position held up high above his head while hunched over in an attack stance while also snapping open eyes which had remained tightly shut during all of this commotion whilst also allowing a sheepish smile to appear upon lips belonging to said young man who then muttered quietly "that was close" To himself while also leaning back against a sturdy tree trunk with arms folded tightly across chest while grumbling softly "what am I doing?" Out loud while shaking head sadly (much like you would see any normal young man do if they were found talking out loud to themselves while sat alone in such strange locations deep within forests) whilst accidentally knocking head against said tree trunk causing momentary pain which caused body memory from earlier battle to kick back in causing body weight and balance to shift forwards momentarily resulting in legs splitting apart from each other resulting in knee joints locking instantly together creating perfect tripod base for body weight which caused arms folded together tight against chest to stretch forcefully upwards creating large opening between them resulting in two fists crashing together loudly causing shock wave through entire body thus startling self back into reality resulting in young man scraping knees along ground while screaming angrily "ARRRGH!" At self while gripping fistfuls of dirt while kicking halfheartedly at air while muttering under breath between curses "what am I doing?" While staring longingly up towards sky where sun has already begun setting because night is falling fast around young man's home village ...