The feeling of immense weight pressing down on what you perceive to be your front side, and the rhythmic fluctuations of this pressing sensation makes what has happened obvious to you. And this is obvious despite the impossibility of such a thing occurring-witchcraft or no witchcraft. Yes, beforehand, you had hoped that she would say that she planned on turning you into a pair of her boots, and it's not like she isn't aware of your (up till now) ridiculous fantasy. So, guessing what inaminate object your consciousness had been transferred to should have been easy, but more than that the feeling of each of her feet pressing down on every molecule of his being made it painfully obvious what he now was.
Suddenly words entered into his consciousness.
"No, you aren't my boots! You are the soles of each boot and I was able to render you as such with such control that the toes correspond to your head, the ball of my foot your chest and throat, the arch your stomach, and the heel your cock and balls, and the outer heel your legs! This way I can wear you regardless of what shoes I have on. I am wearing boots right now.... the same ones you just saw me wearing, and when I go to the gym you will be the sole of my sneakers. You were horny even while thinking that this is all just a fantasy..... I told you that Wiccan is powerful and real, but you didn't appreciate my mind enough to believe. You know I am so tempted to call an ambulance and let the doctors and nurses try in vain to discover the cause of your comatose condition, and it's my call whether to pull the plug and you know I wouldn't do that. Imagine existing for years as the soles of my boots and shoes. Of course, when I wear sandalsor clogs I'd just transfer your consciousness to those and then back to these insoles whenever wearing all other footwear. Each day I'll tell you the date and what kind of footwear you will be inside. I have already made my mind up and I'll only briefly allow you back in your body to hear you beg, and to ask how you like your new life. You will never get a break from being either my footwear or the insoles of my footwear. I have no empathy for you because this turns me on too much, and because of the way you have treated me. "
You agonize over whether she will keep you this way permanently or if something else is on her evil mind.