The gentleman picks up the red potion and handles it to you. You take off the cork and drink it all in a gulp. You know very well that the next potion won’t be as nice as this one.
A fiery sensation percolates through your veins and you watch your body head becoming even denser. Your chest fills, next to your belly and back. Soon you’re all covered in reddish hair, accompanied with a funky smell. What was once a goat tail grows out of proportion and it twirls in the air. It’s a monkey tail and it’s your fifth limb; one thought and it does the job. It’s impressive. But while you’re distracted with the tail your spine hunches and your hands become more human, but bulkier at the same time. Your feet become wider and your big toe adopts a side position. The goatee and sideburns in your face fill in completely as your nose becomes wider and you gain a pair of incisive that restructure your jaw.
Soon you’re a become monkey standing in front of them.
“Very amusing!” the gentleman says. “But still not quite what I expect!”
“There are two more potions!” the witch says.
“When does this come to an end?” you think.