You take deep breaths, trying to relax. It's not easy. You spare a nervous glance in the direction of the rabbit hole. Nothing going on there. Still, it's hard not to feel resentful. And...scared. You, scared of a rabbit? No... More of what that rabbit could, and might, do next.
You watch your leg. The transformation spreads further, and with it the tugging, cramping sensation. Your foot is is a good two feet now- in length, at any rate- covered in light gray and clean white hair, right down to the toes. You can see nubby claws, just poking out from under the hair. The hair itself is most definitely fur- short, but thick. It looks...healthy, glossy, if that's any comfort to you. Maybe better than the hair on your head, for that matter. There's a bit of blood on the toes, but strangely, none of it appears new. You can't see any sign of the earlier puncture now. Of course, surely a rabbit couldn't do much damage in the first place?
You feel a sharp, stabbing pain in your calf, as whatever has happened to your foot goes on happening to your leg. Is it your imagination, or is your shin, your calf, your whole leg getting shorter? Then the fur surges, rippling upward, reaching the tourniquet. You take in a hissing breath, leaning back...