Ella the Witch's Assistant

You awake to the gentle rocking of a cart and the feeling of soft furs under your suddenly much smaller and naked body. Looking down you find the worst you expected. Your frame is now thin and feminine with a pair of small yet perky breasts on your chest. All it takes is a quick look into your nethers to find that your greatest weapon is gone leaving a cleanly shaven honey pot in its wake. As you sit up, chestnut waves momentarily block your vision before you take a newly dainty hand to swipe them away.

Looking around you see a cozy living space with things properly secured for transport. Potted plants hang from the ceiling as a small cot sits folded against the wall. You soon feel as the cart pulls off the road and to a stop.

Stepping through a curtain near the entrance to the room, is the woman who served you that horrid drink, now dressed in a floor length gown with long sleeves, though her low neckline still leaves plenty to be enjoyed. Wrapped around her shoulders is a light cloak of emerald green and in her right hand a staff. "I see you're finally awake."

"I demand that you free me, witch!" you yell, your voice not carrying the authority it once did.

"On what authority do you accuse me?" the woman smiles coyly.

"On my own, ------" you try to say your own title but find yourself stopped short.

"You'll find I've placed a restriction or two on you. Can't have my assistant claiming to be a dead tyrant, now. Can we, Ella?" she smirks.

"I suppose not, ma'am," you grimace at your new name.

"You can call me, Kanlara. And try to avoid the W word around customers unless they can afford the coin. Keep it to apothecary otherwise."

You nod in understanding.