Well, there's no mistaking all those little black spots all over your short white coat of fur. Your turning into a dog, and it's fairly obvious what kind.
To be fair, your beautiful Dalmatian fur feels so good to rub your hands over. It's one of the few comforts you have right now with your body still agonizing in what you assume is the continued pain of transformation. You are extremely worried though and furious that this would happen to you. It's so unfair! All you did was get in a car accident. Now you're going to be a dog because she happened to be a real witch?
Oh well, nothing's happened for a few minutes so maybe you'll just be a furry human. You don't know how you're going to explain coming home covered in fur--
Ow! The pain suddenly moves into your face and jaw. You howl in the excruciating pain of your entire lower face shifting forward and merging. You feel your teeth sharpening in your mouth and you feel like you almost bite your tongue off, but the tongue's going through it's own transformation so that's probably a moot point.
Your watch in horror as your old human head hair falls out around you, revealing more plain old dog fur underneath. Then your ears start to change. The lengthen and flatten until eventually they just flop over, covered in a lighter coating of the same black and white fur that's grown out of you almost everywhere else. Then the changes let up again and you're left with a dog's head.
You immediately reach up and grab your muzzle with your hands. It's so weird to feel so much of your face in front of your ... well, in front of your face! Your muzzle is even kind of blocking your view! You reach over and feel your nostrils way down at the tip of it. Then a weird tingling starts, and your nose gets really wet. You are suddenly overwhelmed with scents. Everything in the barn smells much stronger and more distinct. You can detect and identify the scent of every animal in the barn with you. It's dizzying, and you have to sit down for a second to sort it all out. You notice you're getting really hot from stress and from all that new fur. Eventually you feel so hot that you can no longer resist the newfound urge to open your mouth and let the fresh air flow through. You feel your new tongue tumble out of your mouth--damn! that thing is long--and start dripping drool while you loudly force the air in and out of your mouth in harsh breaths. You really do start to feel a lot cooler.
You're really not ok with the prospect of going through life looking like a dog, panting, and smelling everything a dog does. You have human things to do and you this just isn't the kind of thing a person prepares for in life. Just how far is this transformation going to go? Are you going to have any of your humanity left?