You pad your way down the path, bright sunlight lighting up your thick fur. The dial swings around in your mouth as you walk. You look back and see your huge body. You flick your tail and it whips back in forth for a second before hanging between your thighs and butt. That proved it. This isn't a dream, and you are a lioness. Surprisingly, you are not worried. This is feels strange and new, sure (you still stumble every few minutes, as you're not accustomed to quadrupedal walking yet), but you're liking it. You feel large and powerful, and your muscular hind legs and front legs prove that.
Of course, being a lioness has it's problems. First off, you can't go on living a normal life if you're one. It'll be hard to work your computer and work with these huge paws. Oh yes, and people will run away screaming if you walked into work tomorrow. Your girlfriend will do the same when she gets home from work and you're just laying on the couch, flicking your tail lazily. And where are you going to get food? Your stomach rumbles at the thought of raw meat. But the biggest animal around here is the wolves that live in the park, and a pack of them could take you down easy. And it's not like you can walk into a butcher shop and order some. You can't even talk. You open your mouth, dial still hanging in it, and try to say "Hello" but all that comes out is a roar. A few birds sitting on a nearby tree chirp in fright and fly away. You sigh. Despite the advantages, you're just going to have to change back.
You pad over to a cluster of trees so no one sees you and drop the dial into the wet grass. You bat at it, trying to move the dial to the human male picture, but your paws are simply too big. You let your front paw hang limply straight down and try to move it with your claws, but your claws are too big also. Anger wells up in you like a balloon. Whoever designed this stupid thing obviously had no intention of the victim turning back into a human. With a loud roar of anger, you swat at the dial with your huge front paw.
It's only then that you notice you're standing on the top of a tall hill. The dial, with it's round, disc-like shape, easily rolls down the hill. Yowling in terror, you scramble after it, your huge body stretching out and front and back legs coming in with every stride. Your tail whips behind you wildly. In horror, you stop about ten feet from a large pond. The edge of the pond has a sharp upturn, and the dial hits it and sails into the air. It flies until it's above the middle of the pond. It hangs in the air teasingly for a moment before plunging into the middle of the huge pond with a loud plop.
You pad over to the pond and look down. Your lioness face is reflected in the water for a minute before it shimmers and disappears, allowing you to see the bottom of the pond. It's at least ten feet deep. You can't even see the dial from your viewpoint. You look back at your huge, muscular form covered in dark yellow fur. Your body was designed for chasing down prey, not swimming. You still need to change back, though. You plop down lazily in front of the pond, sun shining over your fur, tail flicking back in forth. You wrack your brain for your next course of action.