James attempted to plead with the witches to undo whatever spell they had cast on him but succeeded only in making a series of indecipherable croaking sounds which elicited much cruel cackling from the three now giant hags towering over him. He knew enough of witches and fairy tales to guess what he had become, but it seemed impossible.
He first of all needed to get out of the clothes he just shrunk out of and did so which felt like a very large and natural leap from the chair to the floor where he landed in front of a pair of giant black shoes. He wasn't sure which of the witches they belonged to but soon found out when a giant hand reached down and picked him up as if he were an insignificant plaything before lifting him so he was sitting in her palm and eye level with Gilda's huge and hideous face.
"I wonder if I kiss him will he turn back into my handsome prince?" Gilda pondered before testing the theory out by placing a gross, sloppy kiss on James' head. Of course nothing happened, the witches just laughed some more.
"Oh dear, look what my sister has done to you James!" Gilda continued as she maneuvered James until he was facing a small mirror near by. Even though it was obvious what Matilda had done to him he was still shocked by what he saw. Staring right back at him was a common frog, one that would be completely indistinguishable from any other that might be found in a pond or garden. If the witches decided to keep him like this there was no way anybody could tell he had ever been human and there was no way for him to communicate it. He realised he was completely at the mercy of the witches now.
"So, what do we do with our little lodger here now sisters?" Hilda asked "He has paid six months rent up front to be fair to him"