"Uh, sir? I am not really a boy. I'm an elf here to ask for your help. Except, I'm really from another world, and this is all part of a game..." Brian stopped, realizing that his attempt to explain was not helping things.
Llandros glowered at him. "A game? You think addressing a high wizard is a game?" Brian felt a sharp jolt, like an electric shock, and the room seemed to jump a bit as he shrank slightly. "You looked old enough to know better, silly child." Another jolt shrank Brian even more, and he realized he was younger! Maybe seven or eight years old now, and his ears felt odd. He reached up and discovered he had the ears of a donkey stretching up on either side of his head.
"No!" Brian backed away, but still tried to explain as he moved toward the door. "Not a game here-eee-haaaww!" He gasped and clasped a hand over his mouth. "Please! We need your help-awwwww. I was an elf, but the stable turned me into a kid like this!"
Muscles twitched as a donkey's tail pushed out at the end of Brian's spine, and he brayed as he lost another year or two. Backed against the door, he fumbled for the latch, stumbling backwards as it swung open behind him. He landed painfully on his rump, and saw Llandros' expression change from anger to curiosity.
"The stable? It could happen, but only if you worked there." Llandros smiled slightly. "You like working in the stable?"
Brian gasped as he started to get larger again. "I came looking for you. The stable boy was the only one whaaawwwww. Who would haaawwww… help, but I haaawww… haaawww.. had to muck some stalls first." By the time he was done talking, Brian had been matured well past the ten years old he'd started as, and now looked to be a wiry, filthy older teenager. He could still feel the ears and tail, though.
Llandros scowled. "I will listen. When I get bored or suspect you are lying, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life either mucking a still or living in one. Possibly both."
Swallowing hard, Brian start telling the story of...