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

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

I thought back a few hours as i started to drowse. The bar had been loud and full, and I’d had some trouble keeping up with all the work. As the resident bartender though, I did what I could. A person had offered me a drink towards the end of my shift. It had looked like water, though it had tasted of a strange fruit I 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, I 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 me 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 my way home? Why make the lights spin and glow brighter, and then dimmer again?

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Hello! This is a prompt for witchcraft and physical, though not necessarily mental, regression. Somehow, I’ve taken the drink of a witch and I wake up finding myself 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 me? How can I find them?

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

Feel free to send me the things you are into, but please note this will NOT be sexual. See you!