Charlie sighed.
"Why did this happen?" He asked nobody in particular, "What are we supposed to do?"
Charlie began to pace, his fingers against his lips in thought. Greg stared at him.
"This can't just happen every day," he observed, "there must have been something. Anything unusual happen to you today?"
Greg said nothing. He just kept staring at Charlie.
"What?"
"Dude," Greg gasped, "You've got horns"
Two curled horns had appeared on Charlie's head, completely without his notice. It seemed that his ears were longer too, and his face narrower.
Charlie, mortified, slowly brought his hand up to feel them. It was true. They were attached to his head.
And then he started shrinking. His robe fell off him and he stood there naked. But now he was covered in a thin layer of light colored fur that was getting thicker.
"Greg!" He yelled, "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anythin'!"
Charlie's nose and mouth pushed themselves forward into a muzzle and his ears became large and cone-like. He was suddenly bent over onto all fours as his elbows became knees. His hands and feet were shifting into cloven hooves and a tufty tail had appeared behind him.
Before long, Charlie was white goat, standing in the heap that was his robe.
"It's contagious!" Charlie bleated.
"But you ain't a bear"
Charlie gave Greg a look.