You flip through each of the pages, smiling to yourself. This whole thing looks exactly like a real spell book would. You settle on the page marked Satyr, with a pencil drawing of a muscular Satyr sitting on a stump, playing a pan flute. You skim the text talking about satyrs and then come to a portion in printed italics, which is in a different language, which you guess is Latin. You carefully read the sentence aloud, sounding out the words.
"Cum cornibus aplenty, crudum villos, bisulcis et acutissimi aures satyrum eritis!"
You chuckle to yourself, thinking what a cool novelty you found. You toss the book on your bed and reach for one of your school books when you begin to feel a a growing itchiness on your legs. You scratch, but it doesn't help. You undo your belt and take off your jeans and are shocked to see strands of coarse brown hair growing in at an accelerated rate.
"What the..." you mutter. Then you look at the spell book. "No, it can't be..."
Almost as if it were answering you, you feel a dull pain in your forehead area. You reach up and find two hard lumps on either side of your head. Your heart is now racing as you kick off your pants and run into your bathroom. You flick on the light and watch in awe as two horns slowly start growing out of your head. You feel a mix of panic and excitement as the transformation continues. Your ears stretch out into points and your hair gets shaggier and a goatee grows in.
There is a dull pain in your feet and you lose your footing, causing you to clumsily fall onto the toilet. You watch, grimacing as your feet and legs stretch and reform into cloven hooves. Tufts of coarse brown fur grow on your outer forearms as well. As the transformation finishes, you slowly stand up, bracing yourself on the sink. You look up in the mirror and are stunned to see yourself. You have two large Ram's horns growing from your head, curling back on either side. You pull off your shirt, revealing your new, chiseled, physique. The dense, coarse brown hair that covers your legs stops just above your waist. You discover you can even wag the small tail that grew in over your rear.
You try walking on the tile floor, which makes a scraping, clacking sound on the tile floor of your bathroom. For some reason it excites you. The whole experience, you have become a completely new being. You walk around your room, looking over yourself.
"Honey! Time for dinner!" you hear your mom call from downstairs. Your heart sinks. What are you going to do?