The sun shines brightly throught the window. You hear birds singing, the rustling of the trees in the midmorning air. You smell the food down in the kitchen, hear a squirrel far away scratching a tree...
...what?
Why are your senses so sharp this morning? Could it be the plant?
No, she was bluffing. That plant was harmless.
As you crawl out of bed, you wonder why everything seems a little larger then it did yesterday. The nagging suspicion comes over you once more.
AS you dress for the day, you happen to catch your reflection in the mirror. You scream in terror as you realize that the witch's curse was very real.
Your ears are huge and rounded, and poke out of the top of your head. Your nose and your new muzzle twitch as you smell everything in the room, and your long white whiskers are quivering in the air. You hear a ripping noise from your rear, and you see a long thin tail trailing behind you.
"This can't be happening," you mutter to yourself.