Her wand is pointed at you. She mutters some words you cannot discern before the wand’s tip shines brightly making you cover your eyes and feeling a very warm sensation in your body.
You stumbled back a bit disoriented and immediately start to feel an acute pain in your head. You’re not afraid to scream. You want to actually yell at her and ask “What on Earth jus happened!” but something inside you makes you pay closer attention to yourself. The first thing you notice is how swollen you suddenly feel. You start to massage your forehead with your spongy callous fingers and realize it has became smaller.
What?
Why?
Your forehead is smaller and your hair is growing. You feel it waving in your neck and back. You look at your hands that have become freaking larger and hirsute. You look like a Persian merchant…your nails are dirty, big and rounded. The pain comes once more to all of your face and spine. Actually every bone in you feels uncomfortable. You feel your nose crackling and your chin suddenly drops and becomes more prominent. You are getting taller and also broad shouldered. That’s a plus, you think right-handed. The witch looks at you with curiosity and somewhat pride; she snaps her fingers and your jeans buttons undo. You doo feel getting fatter and more…muscled. Yes! Your shirt is getting tighter and tighter and you clumsily remove it as you don’t feel so much pain but increasingly hotter.
“Whaaa…” your mouth sounds. Somehow you feel that’s all the articulation you need to express yourself.
A very musky scent hits. You look to your chest and realize it’s becoming hairier and hairier. You always wanted a manly chest but not that manly! Your shoulders are boarded and muscled like a quarterback. They are however covered with enough straight hair to create a single dark brown spot. Your chest hair connects with your armpit sweaty curly hairs that rebels and continues in your forearm until covering your shoulders where it faintly joins the neck beard you grew and a patchy loose beard. Your hair is now parted in the middle and reaches almost to your nipples. The tighten jeans make you want to remove them and you can hear the witch laughing behind the hand she graciously takes to her mouth.
You end up barefoot – your feet look like a Hobbit’s and your legs have become more muscled with curly hair.
The witch conjures a mirror and puts it in front of you. You gaze upon the reflection: you’re lips are thin and large, your nose is broad and three times bigger, your eyebrows are only one and your forehead is only two fingers. You look shaggy and overall disproportional.
“Me…caveman!” you say.
She nods with a smile.
You put your hand inside your briefs to find a forest of pubic hair, a hairier ass and a surprising big material. You laugh at this.
“Even in pre-history men were this stupid! C’mon, let’s go!”