Well, well… another snout-nosed trespasser, sniffing where you shouldn’t. You’ve got the manners of a hog, fitting really. It’s time for you to join the pen, like the other poor fools who dared to enter my house without my permission.

(She starts chanting, casting the spell on you.)

Snout and hoof, by moon’s pale light,
Flesh be twisted, wrong to right. Grunts replace the words you speak,
Skin grows coarse, your form grows weak.

By root and fang, by ash and bone,
Let pride be stripped, let flesh be shown.
Oink and wallow, crawl and squeal,
Your fate is sealed, the change is real.