"The first horse turned into a beautiful woman. I don't mind keeping it up if that's an option!" This is just giving Lambert shit for the sake of giving him shit. They both know that Strange's eyes lie only on Arabella and that there's no way in hell Pig would turn into a pretty girl.

He places his hands in front of him, muttering slightly as he looks at Pig. he focuses his energies on the horse, pulls in as much magical power as he can think of, tries to find the loosest part of the spell...before he reaches in and kisses that tiny horse straight on her tiny horse forehead. Nothing happens.

Blech. The energies of Creation taste weird. Strange pulls back, odd frown on his face like he's not really sure what to think. It didn't work, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. But he's not going to give up after just one loss.

"Let me try and dispell you instead."