Nothing happened. Mike took another step, then another. He was still the muscular fighter. Grinning, he went over to look at his reflection is a ping by the stable. A handsome, copper-haired young man in his early 20s looked back at him. This was amazing! As he was admiring himself, there was a creak from the stable doors as they opened wider. A strange-looking centaur trotted out. It was weird - Mike knew that had been him just a few minutes ago, but could barely recognize anything about the horsey creature. He had never actually seen himself as a centaur, and even that had been changed by the magic brush.
The centaur stopped and looked at him. "I guess the curse is broken, at least for me. Or you. You are the human fighter now, and I am the centaur." He frowned. "I think our minds must be changing, too, because I can remember who your other party members are, and something of your world."
Mike realized that he not only felt familiar as this powerful barbarian, he could remember being like this before. And many years of being a little boy. If he stayed like this, would he be able to get back home when the game was over?