"I'm a lion...I'm a lyin' to myself." you say and smirk a bit. Horrifying situation aside it was a funny joke and you laugh slightly. Ya know maybe it's not... you stop the thought there. Not so bad? Were you seriously about to say that to yourself? You've lost your human body and are trapped in the form of King Reinhold the Rubbery? That's not just bad it's terrifying.
Still, at least you're not a rubber tree plant. Then you'd frustrate all the ants that couldn't move you. you think to yourself. You curse. Why can't you take this seriously? You look at yourself in the mirror again. You roll your eyes Okay, besides that. you think to yourself after looking at the cartoonish lion you've become. Still you have to focus. Just putting on this costume half way was enough to get you in a silly mood that you increasingly suspect may have been the suit's influence. You step away from the mirror and look around the room. Surely there must be something in this mansion to help you.
You look at the multitude of books on the shelves around you. There was a magic lion costume in the bathroom. Perhaps these books contain a few answers about magic as well. You close your eyes and concentrate. No matter how funny this situation is or how good your body feels right now you have to try and set things right or you'll be a rubber lion forever. The fact that that idea sounds partially appealing scares you. After taking a few deep breaths you head over to the bookshelves.
Thankfully the books appear to be organized by subject matter first and then in alphabetical order. You are able to breeze through books about literature, science and eventually find your way to a few books on magic. You would have rolled your eyes and such concepts an hour ago. You're careful to think of it as ironic. You're not totally sure if it is, but thinking of it as funny has the risk of laughing. You're certain at this point that wouldn't be good.
You end up grabbing several of these books and sitting down in a very comfortable chair. With this body, sitting on cold concrete would be comfortable, why not look on the bright side and accept the- you shake the thought free of your head. The suit may not be sentient, but you're sure it has a type of will of it's own at this point. It wants you. The grandfather clock in the corner is striking eleven by the time you have enough grasp on magic feel you may just know what you're doing. Luckily this rubbery body doesn't seem to get tired or hungry. So there's a positive.
"Stop it!" you roar. You're not even sure if it's the suit talking or a growing inner desire to give in. Slowly, but surely, your new body is winning. You find yourself slowly wanting to like this new body. Wanting to accept it not as an eternal curse, but as a gift given to you by fate. A gift that you could share with others perhaps. You look at the spell you've been researching. The spell may just work, but it may take a bit more time to understand it fully. Time you may not have. Several times now you've found yourself pausing to enjoy the wiggling of your new toes or absent mindedly stroking your mane and chuffing.
You really have two choices. Try to cast the spell now, or spend a bit more time trying to understand it.
Three choices your mind tells you. You have to admit, there are positives to being...King Reinhold.