Although he was scared of what might happen, Derrick was even more curious. This whole minotaur room and its occupant were the most incredible things he had ever seen. How could he pass this chance up? Taking a deep breath, he pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the ground. Bull snorted in approval and watched him with folded arms. It was more than a little weird stripping in front of this monsterous male, but the minotaur had stripped in front of him,
Derrick hesitated when he was down to his underwear, but slid it down and stepped out of it. Picking up the loincloth, he held it a couple of different ways and had to look at the minotaur's garment before he figured out how to get it on. The fabric was slightly damp, and when he sniffed his fingers he caught an odor of urine. Oh, well.
As he got the loincloth cinched into place, Derrick felt a curious prickling all over, and his head throbbed slightly for a short time. A couple of things became obvious. First of all, his clothing had vanished. Second, he was dirty. Not just dust and dirt from the floor where he was walking barefoot. His feet were dark with filth and curiously hard on the soles, as if he had never worn shoes in his life. His hands were also dark, with encrusted fingernails and patterns of dirt on his skin. Shaggy hair hung unwashed and heavy, and he discovered a small protrusion on either side of his skull.
Bull came over and grunted what sounded like approval, and laid a heavy hand on Derrick's head. The teen felt a sudden bonding, a powerful surge of emotion, a link to the huge minotaur's mind that seemed to promise big changes ahead. Derrick's eyes widened as he realized what was in store for him, his fate clearly pictured in Bull's thoughts.