Perhaps too specific...

"I want to be as strong as an ox," you tell the woman. "Very well," she says, and with a wave of her scepter, the change is underway.

You don't notice anything at first, until you feel a pressure in your forehead. Reaching up, you realize that a pair of horns is sticking out of your head! Your head suddenly begins to itch, and you scratch furiously, causing large masses of hair to fall out. When you have practically shaved yourself, you realize that your hands are feeling stickier and tighter as you watch them fuse together into a pair of hooves. "No!" you yell as the sorceress. "This isn't what I wanted!" "But I gave you exactly what you asked for," she replies. You are about to comment, when you choke on your words and can only produce a loud bellow. At this point, it is increasingly difficult to stand on two legs, and you eventually succumb to gravity and fall on all fours. The last step in your change is the tail that grows from your spine, and the tearing of your clothes off your body by your increased size.

"Was there something you wanted, Mr. Bull?" the woman asks you, smiling. "No? Well then, goodbye." She vanishes. Perhaps the greatest torture of all is that you keep your mind, and the knowledge that you cannot change back.

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