In the morning the group was woken up by the sudden desperate neighing of a horse, alarmed all came out of their tents. As they saw Mike, as a black shire, trashing around the camp.
"What's the rush? Uh... AHHHHH!" now this time was Brian who was panicking seeing his body as a preteen boy. "AHHHHH!"
Christine approached the panicking horse and in one fell swoop slapped him in the muzzle. "Could you keep quite! You are a horse Mike, we know, we'll try to help you out, but please calm down, or so help me... ouch..." even with the strength of a warrior drow, slapping a horse hurt her hand a bit. Darren, calmed down Brian too and the two came from the tent. Young homely looking teen followed by a very shy young boy hiding his crotch with tears in his eyes.
"I'm suppose to be an elf, not a stupid little kid." said Brian sniffling.
"Could, you stop that and can you start acting your age?" said Chirstine fed up.
"I AM!" replied Brian.
"Your real age, honestly we had enough of your 'little boy' persona enough yesterday." said Christine bitterly.
"Like for real dude, you were splashing around and doing the helicopter if you catch my drift." Teased Joe to the ever reddening boy.
Now if that's out of the way, we can go to the hut of this wizard and see if we can reverse this.