As thristy as Mike was, he resisted the urge to drink right away. He figured he could as least clean up a little. If the water didn't feel like water, then he wouldn't drink any.
He dipped his hands into the clean water and began to clean of the dirr, making sure to get it off his arms. He was about to cup some of the water into his hands and throw it on his face when his fingers dissolved into cloven hooves!
Startled, Mike tried to back away from the water but stumbled, sending one leg into the water up to his hip. He managed to get out before he fell all the way in, but it was too late. By the time he was safely away from the water he could already feel his leg changing. He shook off his clothes and looked over his altered body.
Both arms up to his elbows were covered in russet fur and ended in hooves, as was his left leg. He realized that he had little bits of fur all over his body now from the spashes, but only where he had gotten wet.
Mike tried to stand, but found that he couldn't on two or four legs. The joints were all wrong. He lay there for a couple of hours, wondering what to do. He couldn't stay here, a predetor would eat him like another animal. But the legs he bore were those of a deer. Should he try and change himself more so he could travel?