Offer to go speak to Eric now

Her boot's heel was about twice as tall as it was this morning by this point, at least 2 inches. Panicking, an idea occurred to her. She spoke, excitedly. "Fine, fine! Stop! Let me talk to him now!"

The magical sensations stopped. With one hand on her waist, she wondered if it had tightened.

He looked at her, calculating something in his head. "Fine. Okay. You have 10 minutes. If you're not back here in 10 minutes, with a date, so help me, I'm going to turn you into a nymphomaniac pornstar."

She gulped. She'd dug herself a hole. She had no idea how she was going to do this, and she wasn't willing to gamble on the creature bluffing.

She paced up and down the room.

"I can give you a boost if you like?" The little man offered, raising the hand he used to cast magic.

"No thanks!" She put her hands up. Just to get away from him, she went into the hallway and started walking towards Eric's desk as slowly as she could.

She hadn't considered herself a tomboy before, but she certainly didn't dress like this. And she didn't make a habit of wearing heels, so walking slowly came naturally to her. She also didn't make a habit of even talking to men like Eric, so she wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got to him.

"Ashleigh!" Eric surprised her by yelling and smiling at her as she approached.

She looked behind herself, confused, before she realised what had happened. "Oh me? Hi! Yes. I mean, it's Amanda by the way."

He looked embarrassed. "Shit, sorry. I don't think we've spoken before."

"Don't worry about it. People always forget my name." She heard how sad her reply sounded as it came out. "Anyway, I was just--"

"Hey, look," he stood as he spoke. She lost herself admiring his 6'2" body for a moment as he towered over her. "I'm just on my way to an important meeting, but if you'd like to catch up later we can get some food after work?"

"I-" She was tongue-tied from the surprise. "Shyure! Sure, I mean." She corrected herself.

She almost ran back to the room she left the creature in until she almost tripped and fell in her boots.

"I did it!" She yelled, rounding the corner into the room.

He looked up at her and clapped, slowly. "Well done."

She stood expectantly.

He asked, "What?"

"I got a date! You can undo the changes now!" She spread her arms expectantly.

"Argh!" He rolled his eyes. "Pay attention, girl! My work will not be undone. (Not without an appeal, anyway.)" He spoke the last sentence under his breath, as if hoping she didn't hear it.

She raised an eyebrow. "Appeal?"

"Trust me, if you think I'm bad, you don't want to go through that process."