Poultry Blood Meal

Grabbing the Poultry Blood Meal, he added some to the cup and returned to the cauldron.

“Here you go, one order of Bloodmeal” he said before handing the cup to Elizabeth, who smiled when receiving it. “Thank you John, I think this should just about do it” she said pouring the contents into the soupy mixture. Finally, she lowered her hand above the mixture and whispered words he couldn’t understand. With a sudden bright flash the mixture changed colors, settling on a pale iridescent glow. “Perfect” Elizabeth exclaimed proudly before scooping some into a large bottle. Handing it to John she asked “are you ready?”, grabbing it gingerly John replied “as ready as I suppose I’ll ever be”. Bringing it to his lips, John tipped his tongue to the liquid, wincing a bit at the bitter flavor before holding his breath and downing a gulp. Placing the bottle onto the table, John waited to feel the effects which did not take very long.

John felt a sudden change in his body that while lasting barely more than a second seemed to last far longer for him. He felt his limbs pull towards him, almost shrinking in, his torso also changed drastically. His head contorted and he felt fur sprout out of his skin, covering him from head too… tail? He now had a tail at his rear as the rest of his body finished it’s changes and became covered in fabric. Still shocked at a sudden and unknown change, John quickly thrashed around and found himself outside of the fabric. Looking forward John saw that the fabric covering him was his own clothing and looking forward saw Elizabeth standing before it, her face in shock and her hands over her mouth. “John, you’re a dog!” she shouted. John looked at the nearby mirror and instead of being greeted by his familiar reflection, he saw a dog, a small corgi in the mirror. He yelped loudly.

“John look at me, look at me” Elizabeth gasped as she kneeled in front of him, “can you still speak”? John turned to her and tried to talk.