There is a rumor in the village that I am a witch and everybody is scared of me. You are not superstitious though and accept my invitation. You act very curious and flirty, surprised when I reveal that I am indeed a witch and invited you here to test my new potion on you. I needed a strong, healthy man and you seemed perfect. You turn out to be a bit too eager and drink the whole thing. The potion immediately starts turning you into a mouse. I describe every little thing that changes about you. Now you are doomed to live with me.