John's head was full of questions. What was happening to him? Why was he getting hairy? And what was that pain in his head?
As he stared at himself in the mirror, he saw two bumps growing from his head. He soon realized they were horns. And not just any horns, but they were the horns of a bull.
John stepped back as he realized this. He was growing, and not just in height. Every muscle in his body swelled and ballooned and grew to massive proportions. Because of the pain, he fell to his knees and gave out a loud scream, which eventually turned into a bull's bellow.
John's biceps and triceps were growing into juicy watermelons. His thighs into monster-like thighs. Rock hard abs were forming under his swelling pectorials. And speaking of pecs, his chest was growing bigger and larger than his abdominals.
All of these happened while his body was being covered in short, thick brown fur.
John's feet began to change as well. His toes began to clump and fuse together to become black bull hooves. His legs rearranged itself, shifting and crackling to a position more reminiscent of a bull's hind legs. He felt a little tingle as a tail popped out from his behind.
His hands were growing bigger and bigger. Some of his fingers fused so that he only had a large thumb and with two big appendages.
And finally, the last and most painful change took place.
John's eyes almost teared up as his face started to extend and shift into a bull's muzzle. His nostrils flared as his eyes shifted to the sides of his head. At this point, his vocal chords changed. He could still speak, but now that he had a larger set of lungs and a bigger adam's apple, John's voice became deep and gravelly.
The transformation slowly stopped as his horns finished growing. John passed out.
......
A few hours later, he woke up on the bathroom floor. His head felt heavy. He tried to lift his whole body and tried to get up. When he eventually did, he turned to the bathroom mirror....
He was shocked.
Staring back at him was a creature with a bull's head, complete with the horns, and huge muscular and powerful body covered with fur.
In other words, he was a Minotaur.
As John examined himself in shock and fear, he sensed someone staring at him behind his back. When he turned around, the memories of the night in the bowling alley came back to his head. John was now staring at the satyr who cursed him.
"A minotaur," the satyr said. "Interesting."
John's anger got the better of him. "Why did you turn me into a monster? Can't you see I had a life to live? Now I can't even go out of my fucking house without drawing attention!"
"Take it easy, mate." The satyr said. "Look, if you want to turn back into a human, there is a way."
John listened intently.
"Before you reach your 21st birthday, you will remain a beast unless you find someone who will truly love you as you are. It's kinda like a Beauty and the Beast thing. If you will not succeed, you will be doomed to live the rest of your life as a half man half bull creature."
The satyr started to fade magically. John realized this and hurriedly started asking questions. "Wait, why..."
"And I don't care if your lover is a man or a woman!" The stayr emphasized.
And just like that, he faded into thin air, leaving the poor man-turned-into-minotaur standing alone in his bathroom, full of unanswered questions.