Erik was pacing through the room, desperately trying to think of a way out of his situation, but deep down knew it was hopeless.
"Hello again Erik," said the witch, appearing behind him. Erik spun around, startled. "I've had some time to think and I know exactly what I'm going to do with you."
"What..." asked Erik.
"Well, you see, I'm a witch and one thing most witches have is a familiar. I don't have one as of now, but I think you'd do nicely, with some changes of course. I need a big, strong familiar that can protect me."
"No...please...I'm sorry, I really am," said Erik.
"It's too late. This is one lesson you will learn the hard way. Never offend a witch."
Erik started to itch all over. He took a look at himself in the mirror. His skin was growing darker and not only that, the was growing soft, black fur. Erik cried out in horror.
"What are you doing to me?" he exclaimed.
"I'm turning you into my familiar, a panther," she replied.
"Please, no..." he cried again. It was getting harder to talk, he could feel his teeth growing out into sharp fangs.
His fingers shrank and hands reformed into paws, his arms becoming forelegs, the same with his feet and legs, his pants tearing and falling away in the transformation.
Erik fell onto four legs, the last of the changes overtaking him, his face pushed out into a feline snout as his ears became pointed and moved up his head as a long rope-like tail grew out.
Erik let out a loud growl and went to his new master's side, absolutely unable to harm her, no matter how much he wanted to, no doubt a part of the transformation spell placed on him.
“And to think, one of your friends might actually be into what happened to you,” she mutters as they both walk out of the room.