With angry determination

Looking the buxom, cum-glazed woman up and down, you seethe with rage. She was... Is... Your mother. Sorcerers or no, it was not their right to do this to her.

Stepping forward and grabbing her by the wrist, you pull her towards the stairs. She's startled, but follows obediently as you climb the steps.

"Jordan... Oh, I see... You're going to..?" your father stutters after you.

"No, I just have to... Just wait here," you reply. It must seem to him that you've been overcome with lust, but that's not the source of the passion filling your body. This is determination, a fiery desire to get your mother back.

Reaching your bedroom, you sit her down on the cot. She looks up at you, tilting her head questioningly.

If wishes can change her, you reason, maybe a strong enough desire could push her all the way back to her old state, reverse the magic... Maybe with enough effort you could even keep her there, protecting her from the attentions of your neighbors.

Looking deep into her eyes, you focus as hard as you can, picturing her changing back to the way she was... One day past, two days, four, a week... At first it's just normal concentration, but it isn't long before things start to get strange. You can almost feel your mind reaching slowly out to hers, tendrils of thought probing at the fringes.

Seconds turn to minutes as you stare at each other, unmoving and unblinking. Just as you sense that you're about to dive into her very soul, you hear a faint voice.

"--ow could that be? Who could undo what we have done? Even I would require a cabal of at least... Wait. He has broken through. Sever the link, leave her mind. Do as I command, neophyte. Do it now, before I su--"

You hear a loud ringing, as if you were standing in a bell tower, and your vision blurs. Before you realize what's happening, you've fallen backwards onto the floor, your head striking the wooden boards like a hammer.

Just before the world goes dark you hear your mothers voice, calling out fearfully.