Erica hands the potion to Sorhafe, who drinks it down. The world seems to expand as she shrinks down to normal size. Her skirt, already stretched to breaking point by her growth, fell down around her ankles, now too wide to accommodate her smaller form. She moved one of the hands covering her breasts to cover her vagina, and curled into herself, wishing she was invisible. She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder, and she looked up into the beautiful face of the human, Erica.
Erica reached up with her other hand to wipe a tear from Sorhafe’s face.
“I’m sorry. This is only temporary. It’ll last a few days, enough for us to get you enchanted clothing and armour. Your condition is unusual, but not unmanageable.”
Erica’s words seemed to soothe her, and Sorhafe found herself leaning into Erica’s touch.
“Oh,” Erica said, in almost a moan “That was unusual. I’d like to explore that more later, but let’s find you some proper clothes first.”