You look at your reflection in the mirror, still not quite believing that the reflection you see of a hulking, beastly werewolf is indeed you. Your clothing had been torn to shreds, with long, shaggy fur covering your body. Long, sharp fangs jutted from your snout.
"That's right, you are now my lovely Precious. A big, strong werewolf to protect me from intruders," she said, petting the top of your head. You had to admit, it felt good. You lay down on the concrete floor and start chewing on your ham hock. Meanwhile, your new owner pulls away the shredded remains of your clothing and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
You take a look at yourself in the mirror again and marvel at your transformation. You went from being a slight sixteen year old boy to a big, muscular beast, with large clawed paws and piercing yellow eyes. It suddenly sank in that this woman has turned you into a monster. Part of you can't help but think this is rather cool.
Then the real realization hits you. What will your parents think? You'll be missing, they will have no idea what happened to you. Your heart sinks at this, worrying about heartbroken your parents will be when they won't be able to find you.
You curl up in the corner of the room and try to forget what you were just thinking about. You can't go home now like this, even if you could escape. Slowly, you drift off to sleep.
Several hours later, you awake to find you have returned to your normal human form. You sit up and look over yourself, feeling relieved. You run over to the mirror and check yourself out. You're dirtier and bare naked, but otherwise back to your usual self.
"Oh yes," you whisper to yourself as you undo the collar around your neck and throw it to the floor. You try the door, half expecting it to be locked, but are relieved to find it isn't. You find your tattered clothes in a waste basket by the stairs and quickly pull them on, relieved to find the still cover your private parts for the most part.
You dash up the stairs to a quiet house and look around. No sign of the old witch. You breathe a sigh of relief and make your way to the front door. You slowly open the door and close it behind you. You then make a quick dash for freedom, heading straight for your home, your heart pounding the entire way.