Table Salt

Grabbing the Table Salt, he added some to the cup and he returned to the cauldron.

“Here you go, one order of Salt” 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.

In only a moment John felt a sudden, but shocking change that completely transformed his body in just over a single second. His arms, legs, torso, his entire body as a matter of fact seemed to pull in and contort strangely. He soon had paws, whiskers, cat ears and even a tail. Fur sprouted and spread across his entire body. With a final strong jolt it ended and he found himself covered in fabric. After overcoming the initial shock of wondering what just happened, he thrashed around and sound found himself back in the light. Looking forward he saw that the heavy fabric had in fact been his own clothing and standing across from it was Elizabeth. She stood with a shocked face and her hands covering her mouth as she stared at him. “John, you’re a cat”! John quickly turned his head towards the nearby mirror and instead of being greeted by his familiar reflection, saw a small black cat staring back at himself. He screeched loudly.

“John look at me look at me” Elizabeth shouted as she kneeled in front of him “can you still speak”? John turned to face her and attempted to speak.