Following the witch's instructions, Ty did his best to imagine Sorhafe's original form. As images of her lithe figure entered his mind, an unnatural heat wafted from the charmed bones. It radiated through his chest and out to the rest of his body, enveloping him in a blanket of warmth hot enough to break a sweat. It was a sensation all-to-different from the alchemical changes he had been subjected to.
Or rather, it would have been, had it not been for the intense pain that broke out across his body. Ty was once again subjected to the crunching of bone and the shrinking of ligaments as his body contracted, leaving him a mere six inches in height. Size was not all that was affected, either: his skin became rougher and greener, covered in bumps. His arms and spine reoriented, forcing him into a permanent quadrupedal posture. Last came his head: all traces of feminine Elven features melted away as his eyes bulged out, his nose flattened, and his jaw ballooned out.
By the end of the changes, Ty had transformed fully into a frog: there was no trace of the Elf he had once been. His mental faculties seemed intact, but he lacked anyway of expressing himself as angry croaks were all he could manage to spit out at the witch.
"Oh dear, I had a feeling this might happen..." the witch said with what seemed like genuine sympathy. "I got good news and bad news. The good news is that the charm worked. The bad news is that your DNA was so tainted it mistook the frog's DNA for your own and erased the Elven parts instead. You're one hundred percent frog now."
Ty reacted strongly hopping and hollering at the witch. She cackled at this desperate lashing out.
"Don't blame me, girl. I wasn't the one who forced that Goblin cum down your throat! Besides, you have bigger things to worry about. Like the bigger thing you're disrespecting."
Ty froze in his tracks. He was so used to Sorhafe's mobility that he had failed to take into account just how vulnerable he was. With a mischievous grin approached, swinging her hips in an exaggerated gait.
"Believe me, I wanted to help you," she explained,"but by the Witch Queen's orders, we witches are to treat transformed as they currently are, not as they were. As far as I am concerned, you are nothing but a frog. Elf soul or no."
Ty broke into a frantic hop, but his tiny legs could not outpace the witch. She easily caught up, swiping his fat little body from the ground and announcing her intention to...