He explored his head. What had just happened!? He was sure his head was going to be torn off. But instead...it had been licked. Licked in a very odd way. The pride of lions was still close by, gorging themselves, ignoring him. Then he felt it. His ears wiggled, clapping his hands over them he felt them quivering...and then morphing. They were drawing into a more circular shape, and much larger. He could only stand their in a mix of awe and horror as his ears blossomed fur under his fingers, and grew too large to be cupped. Then the crawling feeling hit and he felt the ears crawl to the top of his head. His fingers followed. The ears were leaving a trail of fur in their wake. Finally they came to rest. He felt them on top of his head. That shape....he stared the lionesses.
"No!!" he screamed realizing what had happened.