By the time you feel the itching of fur growing in, the ache in your jaw as your face extends into a muzzle, your tongue won’t be able to form the words to ask “why?”
But don’t worry, mortal. Let yourself fall unsteady onto all fours, let the tail sprout from your spine as your clothing falls loose around your body- whine and bark and howl all you like, I wasn’t lying- this is a cure to your ills, you know.
You don’t even have to thank me. Not that you can anymore.