"Six," Tom said. "Just enough to get inside the door."
"Hold up," Dave interrupted. "First I've got to roll." He tossed the dice, which came up five. "Oh, come ON!" he growled. Drawing another card, he read:
With newfound ferocity
Your hopes just then slid
When you noticed your body
Was still partly kid.
"Not again," Dave was about to begin another round of complaints when pain shot through his head. Sue clasped four hands over her mouth to cover her gasp. Terry hid Dave from his sight with a wing, and Tom was too stunned to look away.
A bulge was forming on Dave's head, growing from his right cheek and expanding until the entire right side of his face was swollen. Out of the top of this bulge burst two dark gray horns, followed by a pair of eyes and a snout. As the bulge lengthened outward, it started to separate from his head. Long gray ears grew from its sides. The bulge now completely detached, forming a goat's head. The horns grew to nearly a foot, with a slight curve, and a gray beard drooped from its chin.
His legs were exposed since he had regressed out of his pants earlier, so it was easy to see the gray fur that spread across them. His toes grew, darkened, and hardened until Dave had a set of goat's hind legs.
The transformation finished, and both heads turned to face each other. Both simultaneously said "Woah," though one had a braying tone while the other was more of a growl.
"Dave?" Tom called.
"I'm still here...kind of," the lion's head spoke.
"My brain, like, copied itself. But I don't think we're linked. I can't read any of my other head's thoughts," said the goat.
"So, do we call you guys Dave 1 and Dave 2?" Sue joked.
"Very funny," both heads spoke at once.
"Just hurry up and roll," the lion demanded. "And please land on another blue space so you can get this goat off me!"
"Hey, who says I'm the one that has to go?" the other head complained.
"Beautiful," Terry squeaked. "Twice the aggravation."
"Could one of you move my piece?" Tom asked. "It'd kind of uncomfortable for me to keep bending down."
"Sure," the goat spoke. "Uh..."
"What is it?" Tom asked.
"I can't quite move my arms. I can move my legs, though."
"They're MY arms," the lion growled. "And I'm not moving anything until I'm off that stupid red square."
"I'll do it," Terry clambered onto the board in his tiny bat form. "You going through the door or not?"