Lost in the Library

"Coming in here was a stupid idea when the gnome said that Fred was no longer here," Ardua griped.

"He could have been lying," Astra replied. "I just wanted to check. I thought that it would only take us ten minutes at the most."

"We must have been here at least half an hour already. And the longer we're in here, the more magical energy we could be absorbing."

"I saw a tray on the desk as we entered, with a sign that said: 'Anti- magic wristbands. Please take one.' But I thought that it was a joke."

"I don't think it was a joke. I think that we're gradually becoming magically charged ourselves, like the books. Have you seen your hair?"

Astra's mane of fine red hair was beginning to stand on end in a cloud above her head, as if repelled by her scalp. Ardua's hair was beginning to do the same, but more slowly because it was a little coarser.

"What should we do?" Astra asked. Ardua seemed to know rather more about this than she did.

"Keep as far away from the books as we can, to slow the process down. I don't think that anything bad will happen to us unless we become highly enough charged to discharge."

But even as she spoke, a blinding flash of octarine light shot from Astra's hair into a light fitting hanging a couple of feet above her.

"Oh, wow!" was all that Ardua could say as she looked at her transformed friend.

1. "Ook!" the orang-utan replied.
2. Astra now had a cow's ears, horns and tail. But worst of all, she had an udder between her legs!
3. With the discharge, Astra's hair no longer floated about her head. But it had grown, and now reached to below her knees.
4. Then Ardua also discharged.

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