Go inside

Quite a homey and lived in interior, which was at odds with the outside that looked like a condemned building found in a forest.

Looking over the entry room I spy a large couch with a blanket on it and I move over to it plopping down as I wrap myself in it trying not to think about the feeling of my now much larger ass pressing into the cushion. After a moment I see the witch follow me in closing the door and sitting down next to you.

"So lets start from the top, my name is Sam and you just died before I could heal you" Sam says

"Okay well lets start there, why did I blow up again?" I ask

"Well, let me answer that question with a question, have you ever practiced magic?"Sam asked

"Nope, never had the money for training" I answer frowning at the implication of the question.

"Well let me be the first to congratulate you on being extremely sensitive to magic and having a very high mana potential. Now did you endure any shocks while in front of my house? Second have you ever before been to an area of high concentration?" Sam asked trying to keep her eyes level with mine

"Thank you, I suppose I sneezed and then blew up so take that as you will, and no I live in the city." I answer

"Well this is an area of **** mana concentration, so high it sometimes takes form. It pours into anything that can hold it like a river into a bucket. In this case you were the bucket as it were, and you released it all back into the world at once, which ended up being rather violent." Sam says

"Okay that is all well and good but what about these?" I say pointing to my chest with my new more slender and elegant hand.

"Well uh" Sam begins blushing "You were kind of, well completely dead. However your brain was still alive when I pulled you from the car just on its way out. So in **** some rules are flexible, and you had just poured a huge amount of mana into the area, and there was already a shit ton there. So I funneled it into you through me healing you. The kind of unforeseen issue was that much energy makes things, flexible. So I might of kind of maybe accidentally subconsciously chosen how you would look when healed because I had no idea how you were supposed to look and I was panicking." Sam says looking down as she starts to blush furiously as she hides behind her mousy brown hair.

Looking down at myself I say "Well I can't accuse you have having bad taste but this could be an issue for me