"Urgh..!" you yell as the bolt hammers you squarely in the chest (before you can even open your mouth) knocking you off your feet and sending you flying back outside. The momentary feel of weightlessness is disconcerting but not quite as bad as the jarring blow you receive as your face and body impact into the hard compacted earth.
You lie stunned for a second but come to quickly enough and try to brace yourself up on one arm, painfully opening your eyes. You shake your head and turn to see the witch standing in her doorway cackling at you. You feel very weird, your whole body tingling with mad energy. There is a sensation of something warm running down your head which finally snaps you completely back to reality. Your arms now feel rubbery, almost like jello and you look up at the witch opening your jaw in a blank expression "why.." however you cannot speak as your throat feels constricted.
The witch continues to laugh, a wicked sound echoing off the trees loudly as the sun begins to set and everything starts to appear grayish and dull. She then addresses you in a more serious tone "you understand I can't let you leave these woods now that you've seen my house and you do seem to enjoy trotting through them.. " she lets that sentence trail off leaving you to ponder what she meant by that. Your answer is a sudden stabbing pain emanating from your chest.
You clutch it with your hands, soft dark fur growing from them everywhere making you cry out in terror. You attempt to stand again but only fall back down, finally residing to a fetal position as you notice your nose pushing out in front of you rapidly, and growing black and moist.. your ears feel like they're shifting now too and your whole body feels tight and bristly underneath your hoodie and pants. The pain subsides for a moment and then intensifies one final time as a tail rips! through your new (and expensive) jeans.
You momentarily forget being transformed and try to yell at the witch for doing this to you (you're pretty pissed about the pants too), except only animal grunts and growls come out now.
You twist and shake your clothes loose, the pants a little tougher to remove (mp3 player and wallet tumbling out of a side pocket) before looking back up at the witch defiantly with your teeth bared. She just looks down at you and says "awww, how cute, you'll make great friends with the last hiker who visited here" and with that closes the door to her cottage.
Off in the distance somewhere you swivel your sharp ears picking up the distinct sound of movement and a low growl..
you..