On the morning of his transformation, the first thing Karl Korvid realized was just how difficult it was to walk like a man. Every third or fourth halting step, one-foot-in-front-of-the-other, one-foot-in-front-of-the-other, gave way to a stumbling, spastic hop, followed by a flailing of arms that failed to achieve anything resembling flight.
“This may be more than I bargained for,” he said aloud in his brand-new, rasping human voice.
“Of course it is,” said the sorcerer in a bemused tone. “As of yet, you have no idea how true that will be.”
Karl tilted his new head, with its new shock of spiky black hair, toward the sorcerer and regarded him with one new, inky black human eye.
“Turn your whole head,” said the sorcerer. “Use both eyes at once. Get a different perspective on things.”
“I tried that,” grated Karl. “It makes me dizzy, seeing things in stereo. I even threw up once.”
“Only once?”
“Once or twice,” said Karl, attempting to smile. His new, narrow mouth, overshadowed by his new, over-sized nose, was not ready for the effort, and his expression took on a sour aspect that he would never completely outgrow.
…to be continued…
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