The witch cackles as you double over, a sharp pain eminating from your gut. "If you thought you were so sneaky and dishonest, maybe this will do for you..." she says.
You gasp as your skin emits a strange tingling feeling, spreading from your head to your feet. You start to perspire as thousands of small, red hairs sprout all over you. "P-please don't..." you beg.
The witch just laughs. "Oh, it's too late for that, my dear." You groan as your bones pop and reform, causing you to twitch uncontrollably. Realizing that you are unfrozen, you stumble towards the door, but fall over onto the rough, wooden floor as the witch watches in amusement. As you try to get back up, you see that your hands are changing, becoming stiff and useless as black fur covers them; your nails become sharper and your fingers shorten as they become paws. Your feet fare no better, and your shoes and socks slip off as they shrink.
Locked on all fours, you cry out in horror as your face extends, your nose becoming black and moist, and whiskers sprout from your face. Your ears move to the top of your head, reshaping and becoming large and pointed. As your body changes and shrinks, a large tail rips through your jeans. You lie on the ground, only able to whimper as the witch towers over you.