You stand, shocked, in the clearing for a good hour, wondering what to do. If the nose changes were a problem, this is just impossbie to deal with! You're nude and clearly about 20% deer. If you do manage to find people, how are you going to explain this?
Once you have your wits about you, it's time to actually move. You feel your ears direct toward the only noticeable, persistent sound: The water. I sounds like a small stream or maybe a lazy river. You remember from some survival training you'd had years ago that you should always follow water downstream, it will usually lead to civilization.
It's not long before you find the water, which turns out to be a babbling brook of sorts. It's not large, but it flows into the woods and smells clean. You kneel down and take some deep drinks before starting to follow the stream. It's when you look at your feet that you realize that, at some point since you left the clearing, they've changed. Instead of a human foot with odd, darkly colored nails, it's now much more like a cloven hoof. You find that you're balancing fine on them, the rough hoof easily finding purchase on the slippery rocks, but its not a welcome sight.
After a few more minutes, you pause at some odd marks on a nearby tree. It looks like someone has been scraping the bark off and bits of old, bloody tissue are clinging to the bark. You find yourself taking in the scent, which smells musky and erotic.
You blink a couple of times. Erotic?
You take another sniff. Your brain is telling you that somewhere nearby is a male, a buck, who is shedding his velvet. Which means that mating season is coming.
With some dread, you reach up and run your hands over your head between your growing ears and find nothing. No antlers, not even a nub. Your gaze drops down, where you still see your manhood, though you're sure that it's smaller now. Worse, you see four small bumps forming near your belly button and can sense the tissue around it getting larger.
It's your new udder. The spray is turning you into a doe. At the rate that it's going, you suspect you'll be on all fours by tomorrow!