Ask who she is.

“Huh? Who’s there? What the?” Chris the owner of the mansion and collector of all the magical items said noticing immediately the woman stuck in my windowsill.

“who the hell are you?! And what are you doing in my house?! Actually how did you get into my house?”

Myra’s heart pounds wildly in her chest as she feels the presence looming behind her. She cranes her neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the speaker over her shoulder, but her new proportions make it difficult. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment and fear as she realizes just how compromising her position is.

"I... I can explain!" she stammers out, her voice strained from the awkward angle. "Look, this isn't what it looks like! I didn't mean to... to end up like this!"

She squirms again, inadvertently causing her enormous rear to jiggle and strain against the window frame. The movement sends a shiver through her oversensitized body. "Please, just... give me a moment to get unstuck. Then we can talk about whatever you want!"