He then stopped, and said “Come with me. This isn’t the place for your baptismal transformation.” He got up, gesturing for you to come with an attitude that let you know you had no choice. He walked over to a larger, but still dingy house. Inside the room was bare, with a foul stench of B O in the air. A mattress was spread across the floor in a corner, with two large children’s bubbling another. One, you could tell, smelled distinctly bovine.
The large Minotaur then got undressed, clumping his loincloth into a ball and tossing it to you. You manage to catch it, a foul stench of god knows what clinging to the fabric. You gag, letting it fall to the dirty floorboards.
“Undress everything and put this on.”
“Excuse me?”
The bovine creature stood strong in front of the door way.
“Do it, or I’ll make you.”
You gulp, swallowing your pride, and undressed. The room felt cold against your skin, and judging by a glance and your body, it all seemed still normal. A dull ache from where your new horns had grown reminded you were progressively loosing your humanity. Holding back the urge to vomit at the loincloths stench, you tided it around your waist over your crotch.
“Come on, wrap it around your unmentionables, and make sure it isn’t loose” The Minotaur laughed.
You nodded fearfully, and slowly tied the horrible thing tightly around your loins.
“At least I’m partly decent,” You mumble, not paying attention to a slight itching sensation within the loincloth.
The Minotaur collected your old clothes and tossed them into a chest, which he then locked.
“You’ll get something of your old life, if you feel like it after the change.”
“Why am I wearing this?”
The Minotaur cackled “the gift of my kind is swelling within you. I like you. You will certainly make a good Minotaur, but you will also make a better brother. Or perhaps a son. My gift is my seed.” He gestured disgustingly to the fabric wrapped firmly around you, “Not only will the change be accelerated, but you and I shall be like a family. I can smell it in you.”
The Minotaur opened the door to the bourse, saying before he left “Stay here. I find that you’ll be dying for something to do if you have nothing to do as you Chang, not being able to test your new instincts until true have fully enveloped you. My final order to you, as a human, is for you to resist the urge to scratch. If you take my gift to you off, I’ll kill you.”
“Scratch what?”
“You’ll see...”
He left, leaving you alone wrapped in a smelly loincloth,