Naked and exposed

A collective gasp rose from the villagers, quickly followed by laughter. I stood there, utterly defenseless, the cool breeze caressing my suddenly bare skin. My hands flew to cover myself, but it was too late. My long, dark curls seemed to shrink, to lighten, to… *orange*. My ivory skin, once so smooth and unblemished, now showed faint lines around my eyes, a softness to my jawline that hadn't been there a moment ago. My breasts, which had always appeared firm and ample, now seemed… smaller. Paler. Like two sad, tubular puddings with disproportionate big areolas and nipples. My gut, which my magic usually kept flat, now presented a distinct curve.

And then I felt it. A tiny, constricting band around my hips. I looked down.

A pair of bright pink panties, emblazoned with smiling narwals and rainbow sprinkles, clung to my suddenly fleshy hips. My mother, Yovanna had cursed me from child birth to wear whichever underclothes she chose, who could be so cruel. So utterly *Yovanna*, to make me wear these monstrosities.

The fabric stretched taut, cutting into my skin, giving my body the distinct appearance of a cupcake. My once-imposing figure had transformed into something… soft. And utterly ridiculous. The magic, the power that had surged through my veins, was gone. Drained. The world felt duller, quieter. I was just… Ivanna. A thirty-six-year-old woman in kid's underwear.

Raphael, his face a mask of triumph, lowered the box. "Consider yourself… recalibrated… Ivanna.”