The die stopped on number 10. Nate flipped to the second sheet to check the number key and was surprised by what he saw.
"An anthropomorphic bull? Like as in a minotaur?" he said. "Interesting."
Nate reached down to grab the die to roll again when he noticed on his hand and forearm coarse black hairs starting to grow in. His skin was also growing thicker, like a leathery hide. His arms also started to grow and swell, gaining muscle mass.
"Hey, wait a minute...I didn't mean it!" he cried out, panicking.
The changes picked up pace as his chest swelled, causing his button down shirt to tear apart, revealing shaggy coarse fur and more leathery skin. His shoes tore apart as his feet reformed into hard, bovine hooves. His tan slacks tore apart as his legs grew and reshaped. He cried out in pain as two long horns grew from the side of his head and his face pushed out into a bovine snout. He felt his crotch area swell as it grew to more bovine sized proportions.
Nate stumbled to the bathroom and checked himself out in the mirror. He looked to be in shock at what stared back at him. He had two long horns sticking out of the sides of his head, had the head of a bull and looked like a full blown minotaur. His fingers had gotten fatter, each tipped with a thick black nail. He was covered in matted black fur. Nate had to admit to himself, this was pretty cool.
He walked back to the kitchen and picked up the die again, examining it closely.
How do I turn back to normal, he wondered. He noticed on the sheet that number 20 reversed the changes. Although being a 7 foot tall muscular minotaur was cool, he didn't really want to stay that way, he dropped the die, hoping, pleading that it lands on number 20. He heard the plastic die hit the counter, bounce twice and come to a rest. He looked down, almost afraid to look when he saw it had, against all odds landed on 20.
He breathed a sigh of relief as his minotaur self slowly melted away and he shrank back down to his usual, human self. Soon he was standing there, half naked, wearing the tattered remains of his clothes, looking at the die. Part of him wanted to roll it again, part of him was worried he wouldn't be this lucky again. He tightly closed his hand around the die and wondered what to do.