Mary grabbed a brush and started combing her luxurious hair. She started with the hair atop her head, and slowly worked the comb through the tresses. It felt much smoother and softer than her original hair. She combed the long hair on her arms, adoring the feeling. For over fifteen minutes, she combed her entire body, reveling in the sensations.
She finally put the comb away and stood in front of her mirror again. Something moving around on her head startled her, and as she jumped back, the things jolted upright as well. They were long and covered in short white fur, sticking out of her shaggy mane. She touched one and felt her finger through their skin. They were long goat's ears, all right. And looking closer at her reflection, she had changed even more while the combing had distracted her. Her nose had flattened a bit, with her nostrils narrowing and forming a kind of Y-shape. Her teeth had flattened, the fronts getting a little bigger. Her pupils stretched into horizontal rectangles. She also saw the slow emergence of two dark gray horns growing out of her head. They were starting to poke out through her thick hair.
"Wo-o-o-ow," she said. She covered her mouth with her hand. Did she just bleat? She opened her mouth again and slowly tried speaking. "Te-e-e-esting vo-o-oice." It was funny, but a little frightening, to hear her human speech being distorted by the bleating of a goat.
She looked at her hands and saw they had also changed. Her pinky finger, ring finger and thumb had shrunk to almost nothing. Her index and middle fingers had grown wider, and a dark substance had formed on their tips. It was large and resembled cloven hooves. She began to feel concerned. How was she going to use anything with hands like these? She could still flex her fingers, but those large hoof-like tips were cumbersome, and her tiny fingers would be of no help at all.
She looked down at her feet and discovered a similar development. All but two toes had shrunk into near-nonexistence. She had half-formed hooves just like on her hands.
"Be-e-e-ete-er ge-e-e-et to the-e-e vi-i-i-ials," she stammered. She hobbled out of her room. Walking on her new feet was difficult. She wrapped her hairy arms around the railing to keep her balance on the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she let go of the railing, but could no longer maintain her balance. She fell to the floor, her goat's coat cushioning the fall. She found walking on all fours much easier. As she walked, a thin hairy tail grew from her backside to aid in balance. She got to the table where she left the vials and jumped up to get her arms onto the chair. From there, she craned her neck and nudged the vial box closer to the edge of the table. She took another hop and her hands clopped onto the table. It was hard to keep her grip and stance, so she knew she had to work fast. Fortunately she had left the box open. She looked through the vials with her new round eyes, but she couldn't see any sort of "normal" or "human" vial. She knocked the vial box onto the floor, and vials spilled everywhere. The rug had cushioned it enough so that nothing broke, however. Mary nosed through every single vial, finally finding a vial with a human figure on it.
"Ye-e-e-e-es!" she cried. She laid down in front of the vial so she could use her hands. She fumbled with the vial for several minutes, but it was no use. She couldn't get it open. What was she going to do?