The vines entwine around you, wrapping around your body as you struggle. You shout for help despite no one else being here, the plants melting into your skin. Your skin that turns hard and wood-like before softening, bits for fur sprouting amidst your flesh. You struggle, even as your mouth changes into a maw, an adorable button nose replacing nostrils. The vines tear as your hands turn to paws, but others continue to hold you, eagerly helping to speed up your transformation.
It won't be long now, and then you won't have to worry about being chased by another beast ever again.