"A horse of course!" You said with a hug grin on your choice.
"Did you choose that simply so you could say those words?" Alyona raised an eyebrow.
"Maaaaybe."
"Sure you don't want to be a clown instead? We have room."
"Naw... my life is the definition of boring, what you're offering is a chance to finally have it be interesting, and I don't exactly have any close friends anyway."
"Alright, just sign here, and let the magic happen."
"A contract? You're kidding, that's it?"
"There are few things as powerful as a contract my stallion to be."
You sign the contrast... and you feel a ripple go through you... your clothing vanishes, but you don't think about it for long as your body is covered in chestnut brown fur, your feet change into digigrated hooves... the loss of the sense of your toes you admit is a bit disorienting and a little disturbing. Your finger' nails now go all the way around your fingers... as you now have few fingers than before... A black tail of horse hair emerges from your rear, while your hair rearranges into a mane going down your back. Your faces stretches out into a muzzle, your teeth all flattening and your nostrils flare, your vision changes as your eyes are pushed to the side of your head... your ears flick about as they move more to the top of your head... your manhood becomes hidden in a protective sheath. Another ripple happens as your body becomes muscle toned and your layers of flab vanish.
You look yourself over... over... what happened to your cellphone, keys and ID? You feel a bit dizzy as Alyona takes your hand. "Come along with me dear, it's time to get your oriented..."
As you and Alyona stepped outside, you're confronted by a bizarre and to be honest, insulting sight.
"Look at me! Look at me! I'm just in a costume! I'm just in a costume! I can just take it off and on! Off and on!" Sang a creature, it's fist downward touching like two hammers, it's legs kicking sideways in what might have been a dance. It was also wearing a amateurish lion head costume that wouldn't have fooled the most near-sighted man alive. It was green, warty, had a short tail, big hands and feet, and had splotches of red on its hands and nose.
"What is that?!" You exclaim.
"Oh that's just a troll. Damn pests. They wander in from time to time, dress up mockingly of local magic. Copying it with no acknowledgement of the original. I honestly wonder if they do it for attention, or because they have no imagination of their own, and thinks its being clever."
Alyona grabbed a cattle prod, and the cheetah woman marched up to the troll in the bad lion costume, and gave him a good zap in the rear. "BAD TROLL! BAD! GO AWAY! THINK ABOUT THE BAD THINGS YOU'RE DOING!"
"OW! OW! OW!" Shouted the troll, running in place as his rubbed his zapped behind, and ran away, still rubbing his still stinging rear.
"Now then, shall we continue?" Alyona asked.
You just nodded.