Jack focused his eyes, which was no small task with their unfamilliar postioning, and peered down at his reflection. Inwardly, he smilied. A deer. A very pretty looking deer at that. He actually stood there for a moment admiring his delicate features, when he noticed something.
"No horns?"
A sudden feeling of dread passed over him as he turned at the trunk and neck to inspect between his hind legs. Sure enough, all that was there was a warm, feminine mound...or at least a cervine version of one. The dread intensified when Jack made two other realizations. She was in season, and the curse was still upon her.