Nothing has changed. Absolutely nothing. You're upset. Furious. "What?!" You jump to your feet, raising yourself to your full height. "I thought you were going to fix this!" Yosef gives you a sharp look. There is a flash of fury behind his eyes, but he collects himself and puts a hand on your shoulder. He gives you a warm, considered smile. "Be calm. I have, my friend. You asked me to make this normal, and I've obliged you. It's now completely normal for you to look like this." You take a moment to process what he's saying. What does he mean that this is normal??? Your mouth drops open in terror. Your clothes are still on the ground; you almost forgot you were naked in the heat of the moment. You drop to your knees, wrenching your wallet out of your pocket. Your driver's license now shows a picture that reflects your new form. The age is still listed as 23, but the picture of you looks like a man 10, 15 years older than that. Bald, with bulging arms and a short, bristly bread around his mouth. This is you. And now you're stuck.
"What have you done?" You're shouting, unable to contain yourself. "I don't want to look like this! I thought you would change me back!" The magician shrugs. "Magic is complex. Only my master, the owner of this shop would be able to complete a spell that complicated. I fixed your problem, now you can continue your life as normal. No one will be shocked to see you, they will accept your bulging muscles, hairy bosom, and bald head as your true form." You want to scream at the man, hit him with your Goliath arms. You clench your fist, and feel your powerful muscles tense. But before you can move, Yosef speaks. "I sincerely hope you're not threatening me, sir. I am treating you now as a client, a friend, but things could be much worse than they are now." A sinister smile appears on his face.
Tears run down your cheeks, tumbling down to dampen your hairy body. This isn't fair. You don't want to spend another minute like this. You dress sadly, and walk out of the store. At least, you notice, your clothes fit this form better now. You're a little humiliated to see a bra is now present in your pile of clothing, but are thankful it will at least hide a little of your unpleasant form. Even putting the bra on causes an uncomfortably strong surge of pleasure to afflict your body. As you leave the shop, the clerk calls after you. "Have a magical day," Yosef says with a grin. You look up into the sky and see the sun has set. What will you do now?