In truth, it was more fear than bravery that compelled Ty to follow. He lagged behind the witch with teeth clenched, expecting any moment to be his last. Even her round ass and slightly visible thong weren't enough to distract him from the fact that he was walking in to the lion's den. It was the witch herself who finally broke the silence.
"You said an alchemist did this to you," she questioned. "What kind and what were the changes?"
"Well, up until a few hours ago, I was a simple Elf. I was captured by a group of Goblins and force fed some kind of shrinking potion and then some kind of frog potion," he replied, only slightly lying. The witch let out an annoyed cry in response as she stepped in to her hut.
"Ugh, Goblins. Why did it have to be Goblins? This makes things much more difficult!"
Ty had intended to follow up but found himself distracted by the interior of the witch's hut. It had all the usual futures: a boiling cauldron, arcane tomes stuffed into dusty bookcases, and dried plants dangling from the ceiling. The were only two things that he hadn't foreseen. The first was a pair of statuesque servants. The walked about the room robotically tending to chores and would surely prove a problem were he to strike out. Secondly, and more importantly, was a bookcase lined from top-to-bottom in glass jars. Each contained a tiny, shrunken person and one person in particular that Ty recognized: Eric. He was still in his female rogue form, tiny, nude, and huddled into a ball.
"Are you even listening to me?" the witch's asked, snapping Ty back to attention. "I know Elves aren't well educated on science, so I'll keep it simple. Goblin alchemy is a strange kind of magic. Mutagenic magic. It changes your body at a fundamental level. Cellular transformation, they call it. Makes it very hard to reverse, in certain cases."
"So I'm stuck like this? Ty shouted more than asked.
"Maybe. It depends on how clean the potions you took were. And since you said it was a Goblin alchemist, your DNA must be pretty tainted. Those little creeps don't use regular reagents, you know. Most of what you drank was Goblin semen. And now half your DNA is, too."
As horrifying as it was for him personally, Ty's thoughts turned towards Steph. If he was maybe screwed, she was one hundred percent screwed. Were they both damned to being stuck in their new forms? Almost as if she were psychic, the witch answered his thought.
"But that doesn't mean its guaranteed," the witch said. She had manage to slip behind Ty and was pressing her hefty chest against him. In her hand was a small bone charm wrapped in feathers. They seemed to sparkle even in the dim light of her home.
"Hold this to your heart and imagine your form from before you changed. Assuming your body wasn't mutated too much, Charm of Restoration should do the trick."
Ty held the bounded bones to his chest and...