"What do you mean?" Jon asked suspiciously.
"I'm going to let you in on a little secret," she grinned, "I have magic powers; I'm a witch."
"A witch?" He snorted, "Don't tell me you believe in that occult crap you and your gothy friends are into."
"Oh I know that's just for fun," she laughed "this is different, I really am a witch."
"Prove it," he laughed back.
"Oh I mean to," she smirked, raising her hand as arcane light flickered in her eyes. Before Jon could react, magical energy shot from her hand and struck him in the chest.
He gasped and fell to his knees. "That...that wasn't to bad," he panted. "What spell did you cast?"
"You know how I've always wanted a dog?" She replied. His heart froze and he looked down. He was now naked, but still human.
"I don't get it?" He said, confused.
"Oh I could turn you into a dog, but this is more fun," she explained, "everyone now sees you as a dog - in their eyes you're a cute husky bitch." She gestured to her mirror and he looked over, gasping as the reflection of a fluffy husky greeted him.
"Wait," he said, realising what she'd said, "Huskey bitch?" His hand shot to his crotch, but to his relief, he was still male there.
"I only said they see you as one, not that you actually are one," she laughed.
