Sally read the warning label over and over again to make sure she was reading it correctly. In particular, the part about "life changing effects on human flesh" concerned her greatly. Hesitantly she looked down at her bare feet, expecting to see some horribly deformed mass of flesh. Instead, her cute little toes and soft feet stared back at her. Sally breathed a sigh of relief and laughed to herself.
"Of course it wouldn't do something like that," she thought. To be safe, however, she threw the remaining ointment in to the trash and set about her morning as carefree as ever. Though, unbeknownst to Sally, her feet were in fact undergoing an odd change, albeit slowly.
As with every Saturday morning, Sally spent her time lazing about in front of a computer, disregarding the outside world as much as possible. With time, however, her hands and feet began to grow oddly stiff. Attributing the phenomenon to some odd side effect of hours of typing and sitting, she decided now would be a good time to do something with her day. As she got out of her chair, though, she noticed something odd about her hands; something beyond simple stiffness. Her fingernails were a sickly shade of black, and her fingers looked as though they were made of dark brown leather. Her feet were not faring any better and looked slightly swollen even. Her toes in particular were swollen beyond reason, and impossibly stiff; to the point where she couldn't move them. At this point Sally began to panic. Having forgot about the ointment entirely by this point, she assumed the symptoms were the result of some cut-off in circulation. This aroused fears of possible amputation and, as such, she was convinced she needed to call a hospital immediately. Fortunately her fingers still worked somewhat, and she relied upon this likely temporary usage of her hands to reach a phone. However, just as she was dialing an emergency number, her hands cramped painfully, causing her to drop the phone.
Before Sally's eyes, and much to her horror, her fingers were rapidly darkening, and swelling as they did so, in to a dark brown substance devoid of any feeling. Her hands clenched in to tight fists before her fingers melted together in to one solid lump of keratin, forming an angular shape as they did so. Sally stared in shock and fear at what had just become of her hands. She scrapped her former hands together gently, feeling their numbness, before finally breaking out into a hysterical scream, flailing her arms about as though attempting to knock the "things" off her hands. As she lost her mind, she seemingly tripped over nothing as her feet began undergoing a similar change.
"No...no...not my feet..."
As Sally begged to thin air, her feet began sweating profusely while her toes began to swell further. She pawed uselessly at the ground with her stiffening feet while her toes hardened into keratin as her fingers had done and reshaped themselves in to the same angular shape as her former hands. Her toenail polish peeled off her toes, now nothing more than hard chunks of keratin, as the spaces between them grew smaller and smaller, until they became a solid chunk of bone, as numb and unfeeling as her hands.
Sally began to cry while her feet stretched in to a tube shape, and lengthened extensively. It was at this point she finally remembered the ointment, and began to weep over what it had done to her cute little feet and well pampered hands, both now hideous hooves.
Some time later, once Sally had regained her thoughts, it occurred to her that the shop must have something to reverse the effects of the previous ointment. Perhaps some kind of anti-mutagen. Determined to fix the problem, she rose up, struggling to maintain her balance, and wrapped herself in a simple bathrobe, before setting out to the ointment store once again.