The mist finally dissipates and you find yourself surrounded by trees. This isn't the park where your ordeal began, this is genuine forest. Your new feet have enough sensation to tell the ground is soft. You can vaguely feel the moss and soil under your hooves.
You stand looking around your landing zone when something bounces off your skull and falls to the ground. Glancing down, you see it is your wallet keys. If nothing else, you can get back into your house or use your ATM card, though you doubt you'll find a business that serves bull-human hybrids.
Looking down reveals other things. Your loincloth appears to be of a high quality, there's a pocket sewn into the front. The downside is that it lines up with your crotch, but at least you have a place to put your wallet.
You also realize that your fur isn't one consistent color. The dim light of the maze made it look like your fur was all brown. Your hide has splotches of black and tan scattered across your torso and limbs. Your fur resembles that of a mundane bull.
You need to get your bearings, so you head in the direction where the trees seem to thin. Your new form has senses far sharper than a normal man's. The forest smells, you are bombarded with new scents. You can also hear the sound of birds, and cars.
Cars? You walk past the tree line onto a ledge standing over a road. You back into the foliage to avoid being seen. Causing a crash would only draw unwanted attention to yourself. You can see your town some ten miles distant. "'Somewhat close' indeed," you snort derisively.
You also notice that the sun is starting to hang low in the sky. Night will fall soon. You can either find a place the spend the night and walk home in the morning. Or you could set off tonight; your stronger senses could lead you home easily. And there would be less of a chance of being spotted.