The tingling sensation races to engulfs you, as panic turns to fear, and then comes a real sense of anxiety.
Anxiety swells as your clothing becomes tighter, almost too tight to continue wearing. Your shirt is constricting the ability to breathe.
Pants are suddenly so tight in the groin your terribly uncomfortable.
What seems odd and slightly painful is the way your head feels. Its weight seems heavier, as a strange feeling of lips and nose become as merged into one working part of your face.
The Witch smiles at you; this you know is a bad sign of what is to come.
Her passing comment comes to mind, it echos over and over, "this will be the last time you make the mistake of trespassing on the property of a witch!"
You never thought that anyone could be a cauldron stirring creature having terrible powers, and now she has you by the short hairs.
Fearful of what she has in store for you, one tries to speak but only the faintest of whines emmits your chattering teeth and dry mouth.
As she steps closer to her prey and drops her gaze upon your hands; you strain to peer down as well.
Anxiety turns quickly to pure horror as the realization hits full force. Only the slightest of movements can your hands now make, as they are not hands but have become cloven hoofs.
Hardened and feeling crusty, your two remaining digets offer little sensation, small movement, and are the first of what you know is going to become worse than a bad day!