Here's a portrait of my friend Flir about halfway to becoming a rubber lion. Unlike with Gryf, his transformation takes place in a whimsical land of bright colors.
This kinda transformation is very pleasant. His skin texture has changed, and his hair has solidified into a sculpted mass. Every time he wants to change a little more, all he has to do is clear his mind of any non-feline thoughts. Before long, he'll be romping about on all fours and staring longingly out of windows.
This pic is...