Yes, the final page with the large pentagram

Thinking it's almost fun, you decide to try and read the lengthy writing on the final page. Sounds turn into words, words turn into sentences, and the sentences tumble out almost uncontrollably as the book's magic starts to take hold. The entire incantation spills out, and a glowing red pentagram appears on the ground beneath you, practically burned red into the grass. You lose hold of the book, and it slowly floats away, hovering in the air a few feet in front of you.

Pain shoots through your body as an invisible **** roots you to the ground, slowly completely immobilizing your body. Sparks of purple magic start jumping out of the pentagram, and several join near your feet and start to move upwards, obscuring your view of your feet. When they move past, and you **** your head to look down, your feet are gone, replaced by a pair of dark black hooves. The skin above them has turned red, and continues to change as the magic works its way up your body, undeterred by clothing. By the time it reaches your groin, the pain simply becomes unbearable, and you black out entirely.

Time passes, and eventually you awaken to the shouting of an unknown voice, masculine and angry. "Hey! Wake up, bitch! Ugh, of course I'd get stuck in a sleeper."

Your eyes open slowly, and it's then immediately apparent that things have changed. A pair of bright red circles block most of your vision, and after a few seconds you realize that they are your bare breasts, significantly larger. In fact, you're no longer wearing clothing at all, and your skin is entirely a bright scarlet shade. Your feet have been replaced by hooves, and a pair of small, pointed horns poke out of the skin just under your hairline. You try to get up, and everything almost feels heavier- whatever happened not only increased the size of your breasts, but your curves in general, and your hips and ass are similarly enlarged.

Though none of this seems to matter when you feel a foreign touch on the inside of your leg, and you look all the way down to notice the seven-inch cock that's swinging from your groin, growing out of the space right above your pussy. It's human in shape, with foreskin the same shade of red as the rest of your body, and a darker crimson underneath that matches the inner walls of your vagina and the areolae on your breasts.

"Hey! Stop admiring my handiwork and get the fuck up. We've got places to go, people to meet, and so on." The voice, still angry, seems to come from both everywhere and nowhere, echoing around in your head. A quick look around the room reveals that you are still alone.