It didn't matter to you now how insane this situation was. The power you felt in your new form was exhilarating. You couldn't WAIT to show it off! Before you could take a step to leave the room, though, a wave of disorientation and weakness rushed through you. You stumbled on your mighty paws as you tried to steady yourself. What was happening?
You watched as the room seemed to grow around you, and you cried out. Your voice, low and loud and commanding a moment ago, squeaked, startling you, a noticeably higher, weaker sound, pitching upward even in that brief moment. You looked down at your huge, commanding body, and discovered neither word really applied any longer. Your powerful muscles were rapidly shrinking, and your height- over 7ft a minute ago -had already dwindled down back to your original, more modest height, then dipped below. You now had the body of a slender, toned teenager under all that fur, with clumsily oversized paws for hands and feet.
The long, heavy mane of hair was pulling inward, becoming nothing more than a scruff, and the intricate tribal tattoo work was unwinding, simplifying to its most basic, fundamental design, as you grew smaller still. The deep golden color of your fur faded to a tawny, pale color, hints of darker spots filling in. The bead work on your necklace and other jewelry also came undone, noisily shifting as each symbol of power and accomplishment vanished along with all signs of physical maturity. Even the proudly scarred loincloth shrunk and simplified, barely covering what little you had left, just a spare leather flap on an elaborately braided twine.
You still had your sharp claws and dangerous, deadly teeth, but now your paws were a size to match your juvenile body, your feline jaws cute and compact, hardly a threat. There was nothing of the fierce, mighty warrior left now. Just a cub ready for his first hunt.