"Mimiominocoius." You inhale sharply, catching your breath after the spell forced you to speak the magic word.
Your head snaps back, the first change being your lips, forced into a pout and swelling with glittery magic. Your lips shimmer and sparkle, and soon your hair does too, a midnight blue invading your brown locks, with streaks of beaded stardust shot through. Your eyelashes lenghthen and curl, fitting your plump face, you feel the energy gathering above you, knowing that after this next step, your transformation was inevitable -
You purse your lips togeher, mashing them back and forth before opening them with a loud "POP". A wave of magic ripped down your body, taking the edges off your rectangular body shape, smoothing the corners and becoming narrower at the top, then your head lolls to eye level. You're forced to stare ahead, dully, your now royal blue eyes bigger than before, wide open, a neutral expression forced on your face.
Another wave of force flew down your body, ripping the arms off your tunic and thinning your arms. To the bandit onlookers, your biceps appear to blur and then afterimages shoot away, leaving you with weak twigs. The next magic wave is slower, and forces you to your knees, starting at the top of your head and causing your curly hair to fly in the air as the wave passed through it; trimming the animated midnight hair to straighten and shorten to a perfectly cut chin-length bob.
The wave pushed downward, warping your face, but leaving it much unchanged. It had already been forced down close to a perfect sphere, the real changes starting at your neck, as it stripped your muscle away as it traveled down your body. you could feel your mighty thews travelling down your body as your neck and shoulders shrunk to meekness, the strands of flesh burrowing through your chest until they reached your ass and legs. Though those too ended up shrinking, they would finish fit and toned, perfect for dancing.
After that wave, the next was much faster, only stripping away what was needed. You stumbled back to your arms as one of them took away your height, leaving you at a measely 4' 6 inches. Your ass bubbled and boiled, hidden for a moment in the oversized leggings, but a final wave of force flew over you and your clothing shrunk and refashioned, they now fit your small, curvy body perfectly. Though they still were old and tattered, they were now shorter and slightly more comfortable grey weave.
Sitting on the floor, trapped behind this emotionless fascade, the final battle happens in your mind. It's not one you had any hope of winning. A cellar door appears in your mind, and though you fight to bar it, its heavy wooden doors fly open and a great sucking begins. When they finally clatter shut, Mimi's mind is left empty, little more than an automaton and animal instinct. Pleased to be once against complete, you give a joyful "hehe" as you rise to your feet, standing emotionlessly, straight forward, arms and legs straight, as if she was standing for inspection at a slave auction.