Circe’s Mistake
By Tcheser
Circe couldn't believe she had been so foolish. How could she, an ancient and powerful witch, have been so stupid? Starring into the mirror she saw almost no sign of the powerful and sexy witch she had been prior to the ingestion of a mystical potion she had created. Trapped in the body of a nearly prepubescent girl, Circe was completely out of her element. She now stood barely five feet tall and had the physique and shape of a thirteen year old. She felt so vulnerable without her luscious womanly breasts and flowing black hair. Not for the first time she wished she had taken the potion she had more carefully considered the ramifications of becoming thirteen again. She hadn’t thought it would be so bad. She thought she would be able to escape her enemies and would have the energy and exuberance of youth. Seeing the results she found she could not have been more wrong.
Cursed with an unshapely prepubescent body and thin brown hair styled in an unflattering pageboy flip for no telling how long, Her face sparkled with youthful innocence. She had pale blue eyes, thin lips and freckles to either side of her button nose. Thin lanky legs led to a rather unspectacular pair of hips and waist. She almost completely lacked definition. She was on the verge of blossoming but had yet to become a real woman. Worse she was trapped like this for only god knows how long and she couldn’t believe she had willingly done this to herself. Worse she feared she was losing her own identity. It was ever so hard to reconcile her currently juvenile appearance with that of her formerly beautiful self. Her real self seemed so far away.
