You struggle in your chair as the world around you continues growing, but nothing you do has any effect. As your own shirt becomes large enough to encompass you whole and shrouds everything in darkness for you, you slowly surrender to your fate. Unable to see, you can only feel your other transformations going over your body.
There is a weird tingling all over your body and you can feel something push out of your face and your backside. At the same time all sound cuts off for a moment, before reappearing sharper than before following some pressure in your head. While you feel no pain from it, you clearly feel your arms and legs contort and reshape.
Soon after the changes end you feel something grabbing you and you're pulled out of the darkness of your former shirt. You come face-to-face (at least you hope you still have a face) with Marisa, who now seemed gigantic to you. “I have to say, you came out pretty cute.”
“What have you done to me?” you ask her.
Instead of answering, the witch turns around and walks towards a mirror. In it you see, held by Marisa by the scrape of its neck, a red fox with black paws and a white-tipped tail. To your shock you realize that you are the fox. “You… you turned me into a fox?!”
“Quite fitting I’d say, considering you tried to trick me,” the witch replies as she walks further into her shop.
“I never tried to trick you. It's just a big mis–” you’re cut off as Marisa drops you into a cage. “Ouch.”
“Maybe you’ll reconsider after some time out. Or you’ll make someone else happy as their familiar, whatever comes first. Oh, and don't waste your breath. Unless you become someone's familiar nobody will understand you. I’m an exception, because you carry my magic inside of you.” With that she goes away, leaving you alone in that cage.
The next few hours pass without any meaningful events. At least you hope it was only hours, from your place on the shelf you see nothing to tell the time from. In spite of Marisa’s ‘advice’ you spent them first shouting your lungs out and when that didn't work, you clawed at the bars hoping it would do something. When that didn't help, you pretty much resigned yourself to just lying around until the shop owner reappears. During that time you also chanced another look at your reflection in a pet mirror. Unfortunately you’re a vixen and not a reynard. Would've been too good to be true if this at least had fixed your gender problem.
Just when you're actually about to fall asleep from boredom, you hear footsteps and immediately rise up. Someone's approaching your cage. Now you're just hoping it's Marisa, who decided to let you go, and not a customer hoping to buy you… or worse.