The gentleman walks towards the table and does a mini-miny-moe game and picks up the blue potion.
The witch steps in and takes out the cork and tells you to open your mouth. You do so and she practically jams the flask down your throat.
You stand on your feet and very quickly all of the body hair disappears. Your normal body comes back for a while and you think something more civilized will come out. That's until your knees are committed with an intense pain and you feel your kneecap reversing. With the change on your legs, your body weight throws you to the front and you use your arms to regain balance. While flapping them the develop what looks like to be feathers.
Your throat twitches violently and you have the impression to become taller. In fact, your neck elongates to what must be a very funny vision, as the witch and her client burst out laughing. Your skull is compressed and your eyes get a side position. Your lips soon give in to the existece of a beek that pushes its way through. Oh, it feels like a nightmare. Your body becomes covered in feathers and your feet are those of a chicken. Your torso reshifts itself and you try to make your best not to cry. Your arms become wings in ways you couldn’t even describe it, and when it all ends you look to the cabinet behind them and see your reflection on the glass: you’re a freakish blue ostrich with a somehow human like face.
“Yes! Very humiliating indeed. What freakish awful creature this is” the gentleman says.
“What do you think?”
“I think I found the one potion I’ll take. Hum...might we test the black one just for curiosity?”
“You might as well get the whole show!” she says. She points at you and murmurs something. A green ray of light hits you right in the head and a curtain of smoke forms around you. When you regain your conscience, the smoke is subduing and the witch is picking up the last potion. You look in front and see yourself in the mirror...you transformed back into Regid. You’re about to sigh but your air-sac fills.