Martin’s palms were sweaty. Ivy was scaring him with that weird act.
“Ok, I’m leaving now” he hissed. “I fixed your window, maybe I should be going. Thanks for the juice…”
He stood up and she didn’t fight him. Ivy rolled over and laid on the couch while Martin searched for his stuff to take it away. She smirked when she noticed his bulge from the gym shorts. He gave two steps before falling on all fours.
“Damn it” he cussed.
His spine crackled and he cried in pain. Martin tried but he couldn’t stand up anymore. After some brief seconds of struggle he collapsed on the floor.
“Call an ambulance, please. I don’t…” he stopped when he saw Ivy combing her hair with her fingers and looking at him. Martin twitched while he became shorter, redish hair grew everywhere - he felt an itch from head to toes. As he kept twitching he couldn't bare it and removed his shirt. He didn't want to believe when he saw his hands turning into hooves. In terror he watched his once human fingers reunite and morph into a simple goat foot.
He closed his eyes, and calmed down for a moment, and when he opened them the world had a different view. Everything was smaller…
“What happened” he said. But instead of words he heard a blare.
Ivy got up from the couch. The disoriented red –haired billy-goat in the middle of her living room was looking at her funny. It had a pair of boxers stuck in its legs and shorts. She grabbed it by its chin hair and pulled it to her.
“With that stupid goatee you used to have, you were just asking for this, weren’t you?”