Mike felt a wave of vertigo, and suddenly he was very small. A red-headed centaur towered above him, with the torso of the young man Aaron was revealed to be. He was grinning from ear to ear and flexing his muscles. If Aaron became a centaur, what was he? Mike looked down and saw a naked, scrawny body. He was the little boy now. Mike yelped in surprise and covered his privates. "Hey! I don't wanna be a dumb little kid either!" Mike pouted, his voice shrill and petulant.
Landros sighed and picked up a rake, beginning to muck a stall. "Trust me, it will be easier to break this curse if Aaron and I aren't brats." Just then the centaur's bowels loosened and left another pile of dung on the stable floor. The stableboy cursed. "Damnit Aaron! I just laid down fresh hay!"
"Deal with it Landros! You are the stable-boy after all!" the centaur cheerfully replied, trotting away from the manure.
A fit of giggles overcame Mike, but something puzzled him. "If you're still a mage and can switch our bodies and stuff, why can't you break the curse? Why are you a stable-boy?"
Landros grumbled. "Its a curse of mundanity. It makes us boring and unchanging: centaurs into boys, adventurers into horses. My magic can't even affect anything of this world. I can transfer the curse like how I switched you two around, but the end result is still boy and a centaur. Otherwise I'm just the stable-boy."
The trio heard a gruff voice call out from the inn proper, "Landros, boy, you'd best not be trying work magic again! You'll get a swollen arse if you do. I need some floors scrubbed when you're done mucking the stalls!"
The wizard blushed and called back. "Yes, master!" He then turned back to Mike and murmured urgently.. "Get Aaron to the rest of your party. He knows where to go."
Mike mumbled some protests, but the older boy shoed him from the stable and closed the door. The boy and centaur set off down the streets of Lavenguard. Nudity felt so natural he realized he wasn't even covering himself anymore. He didn't care. The squish of mud between his toes beat shoes any day. On the way he tried to ponder the implications of being an eternal 5-year-old. Would he revert back to himself when the game ended? Would he return to earth as a small boy if he let himself slip? It was a mess that made his head hurt. The mud-puddle in the town square on the other hand looked like a lot of fun...