This is impossible, he thought. There's no way I just ...that the game just... I can't have just changed into ... into ... a Minotaur!
Corbin stared at his reflection in the mirror and swallowed, hard. His huge muscles flexed and shifted with his tiniest of motions while his long, bovine tail flicked and swished. As alien as the image in the glass was, he knew that he was blatantly betraying his stunned nerves for everyone to see. Behind him his computer hummed quietly, waiting for him.
His body was enormous and he looked bigger than any "Mister Universe" he'd ever seen. He looked bigger, stronger, and more "masculine" than anyone in any picture he'd ever seen save, perhaps, for the extremely Photoshopped. His clothes hung on his frame like a tattered cocoon; the remnants of his sneakers lay in rubbery devastation under his computer desk where his hooves had burst out of them. His horns swept to the sides in an arc that had to reach some three feet to either extreme. And his height...
He kept his head ducked low to avoid digging his sharp horns into the plaster of his dorm room ceiling, ten feet from the floor.
This is... He sighed. "This is happening," he said, aloud.
Clearly standing in front of his mirror and repeating -over and over- how this couldn't be happening wasn't doing a thing to change him back. But that didn't mean he couldn't do something about it.
He steeled his jaw and strode back to the computer.
There, the message remained:
Ok, let's figure this damn thing out...
The keyboard was too small for his monstrous fingers, now, but he could still use the mouse. Clicking on "About This Quest" he opened up the options menu.
So, it was clear: he had to play the game, endure change ...possibly more changes... and come out the other end if he ever wanted to become human again. Whoever had designed this sure had a sick sense of humor!
Corbin clicked his mouse on the "Yes" button.
A fanfare played and, in moments, the computer ...the desk... the game physically changed before him. Soon, he was sitting in front of a Minotaur-sized keyboard and facing the deep caverns of the Minotaur before him. To one side, a sign indicated the presence of an Inn (a "save" point) while to the other side was a trail that led down some rocky slopes to the sea.
"Let's do this..." he rumbled.