Becky said, "Magic bookus, make-us..."
Then she said, "Malcolm, Transmuto..."
then she said, "...Feline!"
then, a swirl of white magic came outta the book, and swooshed outta her room, and OFF TO HER PARENTS' BEDROOM.
By this time, Malcolm was busy packing his clothes up in the drawers in his and his wife's new room.
He was in his 40's, and he was quite thin and tall for his age, his head was bald, save for some brown hair on the back of his head, he had a small moustache, a small goatee, and a palish tan skin. He wore a red t shirt, blue flannel pants, and brown slippers.
Just then, he could feel a strange tingling feeling. "What was that?" he said.
He didn't know it, but a tf spell had been put upon him.
dismissing it, he set back to work, unpacking his clothes.
suddenly, he began to feel lightheaded. he knew he felt... funny.
he couldn't understand why he started feeling hot.
Hot, and itchy.
What gives? he wondered, scratching the back of his neck.
He raised his hand to wipe his brow, but felt something scratch his forehead. He lowered his hand and saw that his fingernails were now much longer, and all ended in sharp points.
That ain't right. Maybe I'm hallucinating, he erroneously surmised, but as he went to absentmindedly bite a nail, he discovered that it wasn't just his fingernails that were growing. Some of his teeth were now much longer and sharper too.
I don't understand. What—
But Malcolm never got to finish that statement as he felt his feet hurting.
He sat on his bed and removed his slippers, and saw that his toenails had gotten longer and sharper too, and his feet had began to swell to much larger than their original size.