Jeff grunted as he woke the next morning - he felt heavy and confused, and he seemed to hanging partway off his bed. And what was that smell? He struggled to clear his mind - urine? Had he wet the bed? He lifted his head, and the pillow came up with it. Huh? He batted at it and it pulled loose from his horn. His horn.... One of two that he tugged at in confusion.
He blinked, his mind still thick. It wasn't that he was sleepy. Grunting again, he pushed up from his oddly-small bed and rolled to sit on the edge. He was huge! And hairy. Black fur covered a thick, massively-muscled body that was definitely not human. He had huge cloven hooves and thick, three-fingered hands of the same black, hard material. What had happened? Jeff struggled to think - why was it so hard to comprehend things? It was as if he had suddenly become stupid.
Last night. He had used something. The Chronivac. One percent of the world's population were to become mythical creatures. Jeff remembered the actions, even though he could not quite understand how he had done it. What he did realize was that he was one of the one percent. Pushing up from the ruined bed, he shuffled to his dresser and stared dully at the reflection. A dull-eyed bull stared back at him - but on two legs. A minotaur! He had become a minotaur - half bull, half man. Or maybe more than half bull.
He was a freak, a monster! Yet it felt normal to look like this, to feel like this. He knew he should be smaller, smarter, weaker, more normal. The Chronivac! He could reverse all of this. Shuffling to the computer, he stared at the keyboard and screen, then poked at the keyboard with one hard, thick finger. There was a crack, and several keys snapped off. Sudden anger filled him, and he backhanded the computer and screen, shattering them into useless bits with a bellow that shook the room.