Don't anger the sage

The sage looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her breasts and her hairless crotch. Despite trying to maintain composure, Lauren couldn't help but cover her shame from his scrutiny. He chuckled, the stars around him shifting with his mirth.

"A quest, is it? You hardly look the part, girl. What could you possibly offer to the forces of evil but your... charms?"

Her cheeks burning, Lauren glared at the sage.

"I am more than just my appearance," she spat. "I demand your help!"

"You... demand?" The sage's expression grew stern. "Very well," he said. "But first, you must prove yourself worthy."

He waved a hand, and Lauren felt a strange tingle in her chest. She looked down to find her breasts shrinking to total flatness, leaving the slightest swells off her pale chest!