Suzanne continued to look at her rather large feet, awstruck by their size. She continued to rub them, her hands stroking the skin on her feet over and over. Within moments, however, they felt coarse somehow, kind of how her legs felt a day or so after shaving them. The coarse feeling covered the entire top of her feet and around behind her ankle, and her toes felt strange as well.
However, before she had much of a chance to take a closer look at them, a similar feeling in her ears prompted her hand to examine them as well. They felt a little larger, and a bit pointed.
Horrified once more, she hastily grabbed a nearby towel, tied it under her arms, and dashed towards the bathroom. Luckily, no one was in there and she was left standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair behind her ears and peering at them with terror-stricken eyes. They didn't look like an elf's ears, they were just pointed and large. Letting her hair did little to help, as the tips had now grown too large to hide.
Turning away with disgust, she began to pace. She always paced when she was troubled, though this time was a little more difficult given the new size of her feet. She walked in circles for a few moments until the feeling of her towel slipping off her body forced her to stop. After picking it up, she again moved to the mirror, now finding that the sink in front of it came nearly up to her breasts. Everything seemed just a little taller to her.
Just as she began searching for something to stand next to, the little person she had insulted earlier appeared. He was sitting on the sink, the tails of his green jacket laying wet in the sink.
"You did this!" she shouted, her voice shrill and her eyes wide.
"As a way to teach you a lesson," he replied. "I offered you forgiveness, and you refused. You then proceeded to insult my work, so I decided to put a spell on you. I tried to think, 'What has big feet?' Quite frankly, I was stumped. However, I then remembered The Lord of the Rings. I'd always liked Hobbits, they were about my size. They also had large feet and large ears. That's what you are becoming, my dear."
Suzanne was confused. She wasn't much of a reader, and when she did read, she only preferred romance stories. She was never much of a fantasy reader, and she hated the classics.
The leprachaun caught wind of her loss. "George Bush probably reads more than you do, I take it." He chuckled at his own joke. "Hobbits are short people - around 3'6" on average. They have large, hair-covered feet, pot bellies (although you'd never call them fat), a ferocious appetite, and curled hair, which is normally brown.
"You don't have to worry about shoes, my dear. Hobbits' feet are almost like leather on the bottoms, so you'll do just fine without them."
Suzanne shook her head, trying to force herself to wake up. "Wake up!" she finally shouted, her hands clutching her ears and her legs quaking beneath her.
The little man walked up and aggressively pinched her thigh, forcing a high-pitch squeal to come from her mouth.
"You're awake," the man said casually before disappearing into thin air.