A younger you?

At first glance you saw your 15 year old self in the water. Your hard earned adventurer muscles were reduced to farm boy chore built muscles. The forest of chest hair which greeted you normally from underneath your armor was replaced by a smooth patch of skin on a flat chest.

Suddenly you had a scary thought about what else this potion must’ve affected. You scramble to undo your lower garments to check on your manhood. You dropped the loincloth and checked the damage. You were heartbroken, you hadn’t seen your member look this small in many years. Where your five inch flaccid penis should be there’s a 2.5 inch one. Your chicken egg sized balls were now only about double the size of a robins egg. The only silver lining was that you at least had pubic hair.

“I see you’re getting reacquainted with yourself,” said some man behind you.

You jumped up in surprise, your loincloth snapping weakly back into place and saving you the embarrassment of your new body’s nudity. When you turned around, you realized that it wasn’t just one person, but rather a group of twenty some witches, some men and some women.

“What is the meaning of this?” You asked “Why did you turn me into my younger self?” You put your fisted hands on your hips, trying to emulate authority before you remembered what a twig you were currently.

“Your younger self? Don’t be ridiculous. If we did that, you’d just grow up, get big, and start sellswording again.

We gave you a de-masculinizing potion. It reduced your muscle mass, body hair, even your violent reactions, among many other effects... You’ll find these effects to be quite permanent. No matter how much you eat or work out, you’ll never see your body go up or down so much as two pounds. I’d be surprised if you could swing the sword you carry now.

As for the why, we appreciate that you don’t harm witches with bounties who come quietly with you. But we’d rather not pay for our crimes at all. That’s why we’re granting you this alternative to simply killing you. You see, your only skills were muscular. Now, you’re not a threat and we may spare you. I daresay you’re even cute this way,” said the male witch.

“Why you!!” You said and started to rush the man with no plan in your head.

All of the other witches drew wands and staffs to fend you off, but this male witch who seemed to be their designated leader motioned their weapons down. Instead of besting you with magic he simply caught your weak punch.

With his other hand the witch pulled at your loincloth to give himself a private peep show of your new smaller junk. “I was right. Cute,” he said, fondling his own penis through his robes while he looked.

The witches all walked away, not perceiving you as a threat anymore. You collapsed in defeat. Wondering what other effects this wretched potion had had on you.