He felt something inside of him changing very quickly; he couldn't exactly tell what it was though. His skin became very cold - for an instance he even wodnered if he had died. He cleared his throat and like a cat spitting a fur ball he vomited something out, but the surprise was to see a snake like tongue on the forest's grass that was collected as he thught about it.
"What did fyou do, witss?" he screamed.
His skin was dry and begand to crack in fornt of him. His nails were groing rapidly in front of his eyes. His shoes were killing him because of tied they were and his senses were pulsating. Mortimer maanaged tostand up; he checke don his nails and they fell from his fingers in front of him.
"Oh heafens!" he sibbled. He scratched his hand only to remove the skin and expose scaly green skin under it. Scared with the sight he gave a step back panicky and fell on his butt. His expensive shoes were suddenly pearced by a dinossaur like claw on his toe side, to his amazement his feet kept on growing until destroying the leather and leaving him with a monstruous dino foot - with claws and a spore on his ankle. The rest of the skin broke and fell like if it was a cascket. His pants felt tied and specially on the tights that gained muscle and ripped them off until he was wearing shorts. He could see his legs - full green and scally just like if he was a therapod dinossaur from the hips down.
"Why? Why would fyou?"
His tongue touched his new incisives growingin his mouth which was now square like making him with some kind of short snout. Mortimer heard his pants rip off once again and something hit his legs like a rope. In his mind he ordered the muscles to move and discovered he controled now a small green tail that went to his ankles. The shirt and jacket were eparced by a spore that grew on his elbow; his hands were now adorned with claws where his nails where and his nose had merged with his face. He looked to the ground and saw it white because of all the skin he had shed.
He stood there looking at here. His tongue salivating and quietly wishing to catch a bug or a bird to eat. The witch then took a good look at Mortimer.
"With you around my cottage I would have no intruder that's for sure" the witch said. "Leave the horse, I'll put a spell on it to go back. You'll come with me though!"