You stare at Madame Fortuna, at a loss as to what to do, especially since you are feeling the transformation still. Well, its ending, at least. Oh, this is terrible! You can't be a horse! Munching hay, eating apples with warms, and plopping your own waste on the ground, where you are standing... Ugh! Gross! No thanks!
"Help me! I can't be a horse!" you say, your voice horse and raspy.
You can still speak, if still laboriously. You feel that it is only temporary as your vocal cords will soon transform. In no time, you'll be reduced to uttering whinnies, neighs, snorts and simple equine sounds.
"Ah, but it seems that you are becoming one," answers Madame Fortuna.
"Why me? Did you do it on purpose?"
"No. Not really. The cards choose and show me what you will become, and how you should be, depending on your actions. I fit the best for each choice that can be drawn from the cards. If the person is good, I try to get them a good fate. If they've been bad... Well, I can punish them. Poetic justice, you can call it.
"No!... I'm not a..." you start before the transformation ends.
Terrified, you then hear what Madame Fortuna will do to you now.