Your rodent body feels wonderfully natural, combing claw tipped fingers through your mousey short fur and shuddering contently in having an animal-like figure. You have a nearly formed mouse muzzle with whiskers and lengthen incisors to match, proper round ears and beady animal eyes. Your hands and feet for the most part remain normal save for their features being more rodent in kind, your hindpaws the most molded to resemble the real deal; toes extended and almost lengthened all the same to better grapple and climb. Your arms and legs manage to retain some of its humanoid feminine contours despite new muscle bulging and shaping into feral limbs for better posturing and traveling on all fours. The feel of your long thin tail curling and whipping back behind adds to the zeal of being more animal than human.
You feel like you should be happy. This is what you wanted...isn't it?
But something just doesn't quite feel right. You've behaved like a mouse before, many times in the last few years you've developed this fascination, and this is the first time you've actually transformed into one. This couldn't be happening simply from a strong free will, could it? You are certain you had stronger desires to be a mouse once before and you never changed like this out of the blue. You struggle to think back to earlier in your day and wonder if maybe you crossed paths with a witch or warlock, maybe even the devil in disguise; pissed off someone thinking they were cursing you instead of giving you what you wanted. Did someone whisper something strange in your ears or can spells work by simply thinking of the victim? Something you were wearing? Something you ate; strange cheese?
Round ears twitch reminding you of a soft hum coming from under your bed turning your until to the faint glow of the odd symbols once more. You start to recognize the main star shape as potential a pentagram, something quite commonly used in witchcraft...though you learned its not always associated with the devil. But that just leaves a disturbing question now that you are conscious enough to understand...who put that there? And why does it smell like a rodent could have done it?
The lingering scent of said rodent swims up your nostrils once more almost distracting you from your investigation, a soft mousey squeak spilling from your maw as the scent warms your body and toys with your perpetually bothered womanhood urging for more stimulation. You manage to fight off the urge shaking you head as you pry away from under the bed brushing your muzzle to somehow wipe away the enticing animal musk turning you on. The soft hum from the pentagram suddenly ceases at the same time, the glow fading with it.
The situation is all too strange. You may be a victim to a spellcaster's deed but you don't have enough information to identity who or why...or where. You have a odd hunch that maybe, just maybe, this spellcaster IS a rodent. It would explain why the magic spot under the bed smells so strongly of one, but until you shrink further you can't slip underneath to better investigate nor have the strength to move or lift your mattress. You are not certain you want to continue shrinking, uncertain if you want your transformation to become complete. Will you turn back after or even in your current state? If you do finish changing will you lose yourself again to rodent thoughts and forget who you were like before?
Again; you actually like your mousey body. But you now have doubts about wanting this to be your new life.
Perhaps there are more clues around your bedroom to figure out what is going on. There are still two scent trails to follow; into your closet and out the bedroom door. Though the scents fume of the rodent from under the bed, the potential spellcaster that may have played a part in your transformation, and you acknowledge that the more your drink its scent the harder it is to suppress your lustful urges. And as for the door, you are a little bit too small to reach for the knob now, unless somehow; someway, you can muster up some means to force your body to grow again.
Or...you could just ignore your plight and curiosity and consider passing the time with what you had originally intended to do, looking up a good story or webcomic to read. Though considering your situation; regardless of any issues to work the keyboard and touchpad in your state, maybe getting off on erotic animal transformation literature might not be the best ideas.
At least now you have a better grasp on your situation and can think clearly on what your next course of action should be. Though who knows how long that will last.