Mortimer regained his concious and made an effort to come back to his own feet. He set his horse aside and calme dit down.
"You will hear more about me, vile woman. Trying to poison me weren't you? Well, you must have failed!" he snorted.
The witch could only do but laugh.
"Go ahead, mock me but you should know that I'm an Archibal Henry Thomas...and we are though and rough man to be settled down. Do you hear me witch?" he said again. He wasn't feeling that great still; having the woman constantly smiling was making him even more nervous and nonconfident, he was even starting to sweat and that was leaving him itchy, so itchy! So, so itchy! He scratched his neckand down to chets but over the sirt seemed uneffective, he set aside a button and put a hand in. To his surprise he had a field of ginger hair covering his previously near spotless chest.
"You did this witch?!" he asked appalled; his hand kept on scratching and scooped to his armpit now bushy and sweaty, he then touche dhis back that was too cover in hair. That was when he lost it! Mortimer was quick to take off his jacket and shirt and to look over his shoulder - he swear he could see them growing up on his shoulders and back.
The witch laughed out loud.
"What a hairy situtation you've got there..."
"Stop it witch!" he demanded as he scooped his ahnd down his pants to liberated his pprivate parts boiling under so much hair.
"Take them off" she suggested teasing him. Mortimer actaully followed the advice setting aside all the elegance and manners. He stood naked in front of her but couldn't see his own penis behind so much ginger hair. It was everywhere, in his arms, legs feet...and beard! Wait, he felt his eyebrows conjointing, and his sideburns growing out of rate. His sight was turbid all of a sudden as his hair had grown in front of his eyes; he felt his face but it was under a coat of hair...fur!
"Look what you did!" he yelled. Mortimer was now nothing more than a red haired Sasquatch.