It is a late night, and you are travelling down the path back to your home. The tavern had been rambunctious and loud as usual, and the demons who inhabited the alcohol made the streets curve and twist. You knew to ignore them.

You opened your door, and slipped inside, kicking off your shoes and laying down to the bed, your fireplace glowing merrily. You couldn’t be bothered to put it out.

You thought back a few hours as you started to drowse. The bar had been loud and full, and you’d had some trouble keeping up with all the work. As the resident bartender though, you did what you could. A person had offered you a drink towards the end of your shift. It had looked like water, though it had tasted of a strange fruit you couldn’t place. They had said it was some foreign word. It had been good, nice and cold.

But the person… they were quite strange, you couldn’t place them. They had been in simple, masculine clothing but their face had a very androgynous look to it. They looked young and old at the same time, like caught between the realms. They didn’t make you pay for the drink, of course. It had been a gift.

But if it had been water and fruit, why had the alcohol demons twisted and curved your way home? Why make the lights spin and glow brighter, and then dimmer again?

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Hello! This is my prompt for witchcraft and physical, though not necessarily mental, regression. Somehow, you’ve taken the drink of a witch and you wake up finding yourself in the body of a young child!

This can go either modern or fantasy, and we can expand on things if you want. Why did the witch drug you? How can you find them?

Is there anyone like a lover or a friend to look after you in your diminished form? What will you do when the constable comes calling, because you seem to have gone missing?