One quick look at the small can and you know the trade mark, its Red Bull. You never tried it but the hotdog bun is dry and making you choak.
One swig and then two more you have drained the small can tasting it's bitter flavor and feeling that well known burst of energy.
A shiver runs down your body from head to toe. You'd smile about this but the lips don't want to part and make a grin.
Even the taste in your mouth has changed from the tangy hotdog and its sauces, Now you have an odd desire to find and eat more bland foods, greens and those things which bring on a pastoral scent.
The huckster smiles at you as he waves his hand beckoning yet another man to come to stand beside him. They both eye you making your boldness vanish and a rank feeling of insecurity prevail.
Standing, breathing deeply you think of nothing but your own peace and quiet demeanor. It is the slight sounds of tearing cloth which drags your mind out of its stooper.
Your shirt sleeves are tearing, buttons popping into the air. Your trousers too begin to rip apart as the sensation of them all having become horridly tight.
Pains in places you never before experience pains now pricks you to be even more alert. It is as you would try to wipe the drips of sweat from your face that the realization becomes clear.
Hands are now hooves, a pair of dark cloven hooves. Wrists are new joints and coated in hair, red hair. Arms that were human of strength now burst of solid muscles but not feeling as if they be human.
You groan looking to the two men standing nearby. One reaches a hand toward your face only to bring upon you a rank hot burning pain in ther bridge of you funny feeling nose.
Eyes cross peering down at what he has just done. It is difficult to view it but there now is a brass ring and it is stuck through your nose.
"You wear your ring with pride from now on my friend!" says one of the men.