As eyes opened Mitch looked up from his bed to see only white ceiling. A grown as he rolled over feeling all the worse for wear from the crazy night in front of the theater.
Rolling around he sat on the bedside. A stretch of this arm and then the other as they felt tight. A yawn made him stretch out both arms, mouth wide open his tongue stuck out so far as to wipe the end of his nose.
This touch had never happened before and the feeling made Mitch jump a little more awake. Feeling ever so stiff he rose to stand finding himself rather shaky. Leaning on this piece of furniture and that doorway he made a slow walk to the bathroom.
Flicking on the light it's brightness blinded his eyes all the more. Haunched over the counter and sink he waited for his eyes to adjust and sight to clear.
Blurred eyes began to focus better as he jumped back from the sink. A wild looking bull he saw in the mirror. A rush of terror calmed as he thought he'd seen a crazy mirage put to his mind by that damn Mex last night.
Rubbing his face he had one bad thick beard. As fingers rubbed out the sandman's crustings he again peered into the mirror. There looking back at him in the full length glass was the most black or black bovine bull that might of trod the Mexican bull ring.
A squared heavy boned head with two foot long curving horns sprouting the crest of his head looked back at him. Nostrils blacks and running of snot made him uncomfortable as a huge pink tongue burst from black thick lips to wipe his nose with a slurp.
As Mitch put his hands onto the counter he leaned ever so close to huff a steamy breathe over the mirror. A deep breathe made him snort as if ready to charge the Matador. A shake of the head made him notice two black ears to the sides of the block bone head. Closing his eyes he wished this all to be a dream. "I wish that the DAMN Mexican' to know I'm sorry for telling him like it is!" Mitch thought.
Suddenly from out of nowhere, "Stupid Gringo! You had the one chance to apologize this morning, but no you damn me again! Well Gringo no matter, it is you who damn's you, the bull you see is the bull you are, plan to see me in the ring, El Toro!" and then the man's voice was gone before Mitch could beg for mercy.
A blink of his roungd brown eyes saw changes happen ever so quickly. Arms lengthened to forelegs, as his backbone sprouted to greater length too. A short pain in his rump proved to be the sprouting of a boney tail and switch for the flies who will be cleaning his butt for years to come.
A shake of his head as thoughts dulled and looking down his flanks saw hardy hind legs, hocks, and cloven hooves to support his new bulk. Dropping down from the counter his forehooves hit the floor with a heavy thud.
In the apartment below the tenant noted the heavy thud and the cracking ceiling plaster in his apartment. A call to the building manager sent a knocking on Mitch's door. In fluid movment the black bull strood to meet the knocking only to scare and be scared of the opening door and gasping people in the hall.