You think it over, going over the different types of creatures available. Your head is swimming with all the information you've been presented with. Your parents have unwittingly enrolled you into a school that caters specifically to mythological beings and you now you have to become one of them.
"Honestly, I don't know where to begin. I mean, I love mythology and everything but to be turned into one of them..."
"I completely understand," replied the Headmistress, walking from behind her desk and sitting in the chair next to you. "But you do need to choose. Be it Satyr, Centaur, Merman, or Mermaid we don't judge, or Minotaur among the myriad of other choices...each one has it's share of benefits."
You find yourself perking up at the last one. There was always something about the Minotaur that captured your imagination. "Could I be a Minotaur?"
"But of course," replied the Headmistress. "An excellent choice. Minotaurs are big, strong and always popular with the ladies, and the lads, if you catch my drift. Quite popular on campus."
"Excellent," you replied. She reached over and placed a hand over your forehead. Immediately you began to feel your body heating up. There is a sudden white light that envelops your whole body that dissipates after a moment. The headmistress leans back into her chair, smiling.
You look down at yourself, you're still your same old self. "I'm still me...I don't understand..."
"Oh just wait," she replies, smiling.
Suddenly you began to itch all over. you looked down to see small black hairs grow in as your skin became more leathery. You began to feel a pain on either side of your head. Reaching up, you found the nubs of what would soon be your horns.
You began to tense up as every muscle in your body began to swell and grow. Your jeans and t-shirt become tighter and tighter until you hear tearing fabric. The legs of your jeans tear away, revealing two muscular legs covered in shaggy black fur. Your old tennis shoes rip apart, revealing two large, hard hooves where your feet were. To finish the rapid transformation, your face pushes out into a bovine snout, your ears grow to a point and your two horns finish pushing out.
As the transformation finished, you stand up on your new hooves, surprised at how quickly you find your balance. The only clothing to survive was the remains of your jeans, which hung from your waist as a crude loin cloth of sorts. You start flexing your large muscles, clearly impressed with your new, muscular physique.
"Well that was relatively painless," you said.
"I take it you like your new form?" asked the Headmistress.
"Yeah, this is awesome!" you replied.
"Excellent. Now, then I will give you a tour of our campus and take you to your dorm room." said the Headmistress.