Not knowing what else to do, Pete started down the path with a crude castle-shape. Buildings meant people, didn't they? ...unless it was abandoned... his fist tightened around the sword, the only outward expression of his fear at finding himself in such a strange place. The grip felt strangely comforting in his hand, familiar and balanced.
The trees loomed huge around him and he noticed that the grasses beside the dirt trail were also thick and tall... taller than him in fact! It was like he'd found himself in a jungle! Boulders littered the path and he had to scramble up cliffs of sandy dirt where rainwater had washed parts of the trail away. Something rustled in the grass to his left, and Pete felt his ears twitch and swivel towards the sound.
...Wait. What? He slowly raised his free hand to the side of his head, unable to make sense of what he was feeling: his brain was telling him that he was touching his ear, but his fingers felt something much too large and in the wrong place! His hand scrabbled at the strange appendage, nerve endings making it very clear that he was tugging on his own body, but his ear was now enormous, flexible and fuzzy and extending far above his head!
He felt a sharp sting as he traced the cartilage with his fingertip, and lowering his hand, Pete let out a *squeak* of surprise: his fingers were misshapen too! Long nails extended from from the tip of each digit and strange bumps had risen on his palm. His thumb and pinky finger were smaller than they should have been, and short brown hair now covered the backs of his hands!