He hopped around the circus tents and took advantage that everyone was in the main show to sneak inside Zarusto's tent. A yellow velvet cloak was spread over the main pole. His tent had an oriental touch in everything: a circular mantra rug on the middle, a mahogany desk, and piles of books. Probably magic books. James hopped around with more hope in his fate. He could probably be find something there to turn him back. Or maybe he should because croaking wouldn't be the best way to communicate with Zarusto. The best part: the tent reeked of incense, so no bugs were crawling or flying around to satiate his hunger.
James leaped and checked some of the books. His frog hands were still functioning to an extent. He tried to flip some pages to see their content, maybe he'd find one with a ritual to end the spell. The books were the most variable, Zarusto was an avid reader it seemed. He had cookbooks, philosophy, and political books, children books and of course magic books, but nothing about frogs. How was that possible.
"Gribbit!", James cursed his luck. Everything witches and warlocks did, was to change people into amphibians, right? That would be a basic spell. He spotted then a massive book: with a hard red cover that looked, it came from the medieval times. James hopped over a pile of books splatting them on the ground and put his hand in the heavy book. He opened it and turned page after page. Each one had a picture of an animal and acute writings on their side, he continued to flip them until he'd find a frog. He was sure it would be soon. That's when turning one page, a little white thing flew in the air. It took him a second to realize it wasn't a thread of paper but a moth. A delicious, light moth waving its wings above his head.
"Gribbit, gribbit!", James told himself. He closed his eyes and tried to numb his senses. He couldn't see it. His mouth started to water. He opened his eyes again to see it poised on the book's page. His jaws opened and before James could feel it he was munching the moth already. James cursed Kayla in the head!
CRACK! CRACK!
James' spine shifted it's placed and brought him even closer to the floor. His tights squeezed his pants which magically were torn apart. He stumbled back scared and fell on the rug. His belly button was gone, and so was his genitals. He was completely naked from the waist down and worse of all, he was now a giant frog with a human head.
"What is this!", the potent voice shocked me. With a hop, James faced Kayla's Father coming from the other side of the tent.
"Gribbit, gribbit!" , James tried to explain. Right after the tent's cloak opened and Kayla entered.
"Oh, father, that's the man that tried to harass me. I only cursed him to defend my self", she said, grabbing her father' arm and doing the sweetest girly voice she could.