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I woke up wet – I MEAN I, uh, was sweaty...? And Connie was wet and… you don’t believe me do you? Okay, FINE! I wet my diaper in my sleep. Are you happy now? It wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t help it! I was a baby and my tummy was practically bursting with num-nums... ugh! I mean MILK. Leave me alone. My heads all confuzzled. I did not cry about peeing myself like a real baby, though. I just whimpered a little and I got something in my eye. I would never cry and poop myself. I mean wet myself...

We were bathed in a tiny washing basin that I imagine was meant for dishes. I never had to wash dishes myself. As a Princess, I had servants for that sort of thing so I wasn’t really sure what the basin was used for aside from bathing the littlest of babies. At our present size, the small basin was as big as a bath. It made it apparent that I was so small that I could sit comfortably on a dinner plate.

The bath water was luxuriously soapy and warm with lots of bubbles. I would expect nothing else from elves. We may not have reached the Hot Springs resort Morgana had originally intended us to visit but this bath was certainly pleasant enough. Connie and I were having plenty of fun splashing in the water whilst Lilliandel sponged us clean and placed crowns of soapy bubbles on our heads. The way we were being pampered may have even been better than the treatment at the hot springs. It was certainly relaxing, being a nearly empty headed and carefree baby. I suppose I wasn’t entirely carefree though. It was supremely embarrassing to be naked in the bath in an infantile body with none of my womanly curves. Luckily there were somethings to distract me.

A shiny glass ball sat atop the mountain of foamy bubbles in the basin. I curiously reached out to grab the fun looking ball but it disappeared with a silent pop. There was a terrible sense of loss swelling up inside me and salty tears started to well up in my eyes. My heart ached, I wanted to hold a big bubble but every time I tried, they popped and disappeared. I know now that it was ridiculous to be upset over a popped bubble but at the time, it was the only thing important to me.

“Gently, cupcake,” Lilliandel had said as she handed me another big bubble that took up her entire palm and my spirit was raised again. Her hands were so much bigger that I had to hold out both of my little handsy’s to receive the large, pearlescent bauble. I stared into the bubble, seeing my own baby faced reflection. With the crown of bubbles on my head I did look like an icing covered cupcake! Together with my big round eyes, long lashes and chubby cheeks I looked utterly adorable. I concentrated and wiggled my pointy elf ears like Nailo had shown me gave myself a toothless grin. I was so cute.

Once Lilliandel had pronounced us squeaky clean she dried us off one at a time with a fluffy woolen towel and lifted our chubby legs to diaper our tiny bottoms. She had prepared a pair of lacy little dresses for us that did little to hide our diapers. Matching booties and frilled socks completed our outfits. We must have looked so foolish. Cute but foolish. Next we were placed in a playpen whilst Lilliandel finished her housework for the day. It was not long before Morgana roused herself out of bed and appeared before us still looking rather disheveled from a nights sleep.

“Gud morning, Mor-gaga,” I said.

"Gu morn-y Gaga," Connie parroted.

“There’s nothing good about it. We’re still kids and Nailo has taken Maedel out for the day! She still has my wand!” Morgana said, sounding like the very cross little girl she appeared to be.

“We need to change back. You two were acting like total babies yesterday and I sat quietly and read a book! Can you believe that? Me sitting quietly and reading a book! ME! If we don’t change back soon we’ll all be living happily ever after as good little elf girls for the next hundred years!” Morgana anguished. I couldn’t really see the downside of living happily for the next hundred years, and even that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Morgana was a bigger girl so she must have known better.

"This isn't what I intended this spell to do so the magic is unstable. It's going to mess with our minds if we don't change back! You could be stuck acting like babies and using childish mannerisms for years if we don't change back soon! It could already be too late to stop some of them!"

You must surely understand by now, my readers at home, that it is too late! The mental changes caused by Morgana's reckless spell use had already begun and now whenever I recall this tale the babyish words just slip out!

I asked Morgana what we can do and she simply shrugged and looked at her feet.

"I want to go outside to play," Morgana asked Lilliandel.

"You are not leaving the house without having your hair brushed, young lady," Lilliandel said sternly. Morgana sulked for the first five minutes of having her hair brushed but when Lilliandel told her what lovely hair she had, Morgana perked up. Her hair was dark and silky and went down most of her back. Lilliandel first tied her hair into a pair of pigtails and then twisted them into two long braids tying them off with little red bows tied at the ends.

"There you go. Now you can go out side and play in the back garden," Lilliandel pointed.

"What?! B-but I want to go explore the town!"

"Not without a grown up," Lilliandel placed a hand on her wide hip and bent forward, giving Morgana a close-up view of her jiggling bust. She waggled her index finger and shook her head 'no', saying "You will just have to wait until Nailo and Maedel get back."

Morgana grumbled and waited until Lilliandel went to hang some washing on the clothes line and then she announced, "Connie will stay here and be the distraction whilst you and I sneak out."

" 'ow we gon diss-wact?" I asked whilst Connie unintelligibly muttered, "No wan dis wak."

"Oh, I know just the thing," Morgana ran into another room with the energy of a eight year old child and sped back only moments later, this time carrying a vase filled with flowers. She tossed the pretty flowers over her shoulder without a thought for where they would land and then grabbed the rim of Connie's diaper, pulling it open and pouring the cold water inside.

Poor Connie's lips trembled and her eyes began water, becoming as wet as her freshly soaked diaper and then she started to wail in earnest. Connie is an annoying brat and a copycat but I do sympathize with her sometimes and this was one of those times. She was just so upset that I couldn't help but feel for. It was so strong I could feel my eyes welling up with tears as well and then my lips started to shake. I was just opening my mouth to cry out as well, when Morgana shoved a pacifier in, lifted me up and shushed me.

"Quiet! We only need one cry baby to stay behind," Morgana said, and hurried away with me in her arms. I could already hear Lilliandel fawning over the tearful Connie. Now was our chance to escape or whatever it was that Morgana had planned. She plonked me into a push chair she had prepared and we sped out the front door as fast as her little legs could push me. She could just barely see over the back of the pushchair but it did nothing to stop her from bumping it into peoples' legs. It was up to me to apologize to them as I knew Morgana would not. Luckily, they went from annoyed to endeared the moment they saw me. I was just that utterly adorable that they could not help but smile, even after Morgana had run over their feet or bruised their shins. I even earned myself a few pats on the head from the pretty elf ladies that could not help but swoon over me. It made me feel like a proper Princess again.

~

Morgana pushed and kicked as she was shooed out of the magic shop, empty-handed of course.

“I said no sales to minors and your pocket money wouldn’t buy you a lucky charm let alone a magic wand! Now shoo before I call your mother,” said the shop owner. He had a mustache that seemed to completely hide his lips and big bushy eyebrows. I don't know why I expected an elf shop keeper to look any different. I swear our society has unrealistic expectations of elves bodies - I still hadn't seen a dashingly handsome, yet effeminate elf boy I was in a city of elves!

Of course, Morgana was still making a ruckus even after the shopkeeper had slammed the door and returned to whatever it is shopkeepers do when they don't have customers. I watched her tirade from the pushchair outside, embarrassed at the scene she was making and hoping no-one would notice I was with her. It reminded me of that old saying, "You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your kidnappers." I don't know why I went along with this plan anyway. How did she think she was going to get the man to give up a valuable magic artifact when she had absolutely nothing to trade in the first place? I should have interrupted her but now it was too late. Her little tantrum was about to draw some unwanted attention.

“I’m not a child, I’m the powerful Morgana the Witch! I demand you sell me a wand!” Morgana shouted and stamped her feet. Her pointy black witches hat had slipped and was precariously hanging off the side of her head. Morgana huffed and straightened her hat but before she could take another step a voice called out to her.

“Morgana the Witch? The same Morgana who helped defeat the Army of the Silver Bell?” Asked a raven-haired elf who sat at an exquisitely designed wooden table outside the eatery next door.

“Mmhmm,” little Morgana nodded proudly. I’m sure she was glad that someone had recognised her alleged greatness, I however, was quite wary. Morgana was more infamous than she was famous and I was certain that shouting her name so brazenly would welcome more trouble than good.

“The same Morgana that stole an egg from a ferocious dragon?” the elf asked, curiously. Her eyes were alight up with interest.

“Yup,” the smug smile grew wide.

“The one who rescued an elf after the battle of Little River?” the elf asked, this time sounding somewhat hopeful and hanging on Morgana's every word.

“That’s me!” Morgana's smile grew wider and cockier, still.

“YOU! I’ve finally found you,” the elf’s face darkened and her eyes turned cold and menacing. Her voice boomed as she announced, “You turned me into a frog!”

“Thalsia?" Morgana asked, only now recognizing the elf. Her arrogant smile was nowhere to be seen but it had left a look of concern in its place.

The muscular Elf girl shouted and leapt from her table, landing with a heavy slam only a foot or so from Morgana who stood paralysed with fear, her eyes eyes widened at the sight of the elf who now stood twice her height.

“M-my what, strong legs you have,” Morgana said, nervously. The elf had just jumped several yards across the town square, kicking up a cloud of dust as she landed. It was as impressive as it was intimidating.

“Was that a frog joke, little girl,” Thalsia the elf bent over so her face was uncomfortably close to Morgana's.

“N-no,” the little witch gulped, “you’re just such a good jumper, is all. You must have had a lot of practise.”

The elf growled in response, her annoyance was clear as day. It was difficult to tell if Morgana was purposely annoying her or if she is just generally annoying. I did not know elves could be so scary. I mean they had such perfect cheek bones and lustrous hair. How could something with such lustrous hair be scary? Thalsia managed it and even Morgana quaked in her boots.

“It was just a silly prank. I mean look at me. I’m not really the beautiful, and all-powerful, witch Morgana. I’m just an innocent little elf girl being mischievous. It’s really rather charming if you hop--I mean STOP, to think about it.”

“Oh no, you’re not weaseling out of this one,” The elf violently grabbed Morgana by the wrist and pulled her back to the bench where she had been sitting. Morgana desperately tried to pull the elves fingers away with her free hand but, trapped in the body of a child, she just wasn’t strong enough. No matter how hard she fought, she could not squirm out of the elves tight grip and ended up looking every bit the bratty little girl that the on looking elves assumed she was. Thalsia sat down, Morgana gave up on escaping and turned to pleading.

“Okay, I give. It’s me! But surely you remember why I turned you into a frog? It was so you could make out with that beautiful elf seamstress you loved to talk about! True loves kiss, and all that. That must have worked out for you, right? I mean you’re not a frog anymore, are you?”

“Of course it didn’t work out! What elf would kiss a frog? I was stuck like that for 3 years!”

“Oh well, that’s hardly any time at all for an elf! Besides, you must have got someone to kiss you...” Morgana said.

The elf blushed furiously even as her anger rose. From the looks of it, Morgana had touched a nerve she ought not to. Thalsia jerked Morgana over her thighs and pulled her childish teddy bear-covered panties down to her ankles with one quick swipe.

The little witch gasped and looked around. It seemed all eyes were on her and the elves were quick to gossip about what they saw as an unruly child. The elf held Morgana down with one hand and raised her other open palm, preparing to strike.

“Don’t you dare! I’ll turn you into a tadpole if you don’t let me go right now!” Morgana’s threats sounded ridiculous with her shakey, high pitched, kiddy voice. The watching elves were covering their mouths and chuckling to each other about how elves in their frolicsome thirties and fiendish forties were always such little troublemakers. She was panicking now but even with her bottom bare, cheeks pointed to the sky, she would not stop her tough girl act and apologise. It was obvious that the impending punishment would hurt more than her pride.

“Oh no, I am not letting you off easy. When I’m done with you, I’m turning you over to the Council. I’m sure you know that there is a ban on humanfolk entering the city at the moment and we do not take kindly to outsiders who refuse to obey the law. You should know that even a short prison sentence for an elf is a long, long time for a human.”

It must have been true. A few years was nothing to an elf so prison sentences were much longer. Unless she lived the remainder of her life as an elf, Morgana would probably be an old maid by the time she was released. It occurred to me that if the elves found out that me and Connie were her companions we would probably share the same fate and what a terrible fate that would be for the two of us. Grow old in prison as a human or spend the next few decades in diapers as an elf.

Still, Morgana did not even apologise. If she at least acted apologetic we may have been able to talk our way out of being reported to the High Council but nooo, Morgana refused to budge. I was a little glad when the elves palm came down on Morgana's bare bottom. Morgana squealed in response to the noisy Thwap! as her bum was smacked. I imagine it was as painful as it was noisy. Afte the second spank Morgana started to struggle uselessly. She was violently kicking her feet in the air in response to the sharp swipes across her cheeks.

"Sara! Help me!" she cries through tearful eyes and I'm starting to feel sorry for her.

"Oh, so the little one is with you, too?" Thalsia stops and looks at me and I freeze. I'm certain the elf is going to punish me next but she just smiles and her attention returns to Morgana. I'm so relieved, I feel like I've dodged an arrow.

"You've turned your little friend into a baby you incompetent witch. She can't help you like that." Thalsia says, "come on. Stand and pull your panties up and don't even think about running unless you want another spanking."

"Yes'm" Morgana nods, and obediently does as she is told with a sniffle. It was most satisfying to see the egotistical witch brought down to size. I look at her and I don't see the cruel witch Morgana anymore, at all. Just a bad little girl who has been put in her place. Morgana sniffs again and wipes her wet eyes on her sleeve. In a shakey voice as quiet as a whisper she says, “When I get my magic back, you’ll be sorry.”

“Well, we better make sure you don’t get your magic back then,” Thalsia grinned.

~

We traveled all the way to the center of Kahlúa without Morgana kicking up a fuss or trying to escape. Thalsia dragged her by the wrist with one hand and pushed me along with the other until we reached an ivy covered building in center of town. Thalsia told us that she was taking us to the High Council to answer for our crimes and that this was where they met. The roof was mostly taken up by a bust of giant woman who looked down on the city with a proud and loving expression, like some giant mother looking down on her children. The Elves of Kahlúa appeared to have a very matriarchal society from what I had already seen but I had not expected their High Council to be five women with only a token male. I must say I was quite impressed. No wonder the city of Kahlúa was so wonderful - it wasn't run by testosterone fueled males starting wars all the time but responsible women who know how to get things done!

Thanks to the incredible management of the elven women, we did not even have to wait to have an audience with the council which was awfully convenient. You never see that kind of service in male run societies. Thalsia led Morgana into the High Council chamber and marched her into the middle of the circular room. The High Council members sat around a semi-circular desk. Each had a pot of ink with a cockatrice feather quill and a stack of books. I supposed that judging by how quiet it was that they had a lot of time to read between hearings.

The guardian who led us into the chamber announced our presence turning the heads of the Councillors up from their books. "Presenting Thalsia the dragoon."

“She is a human witch who came here pretending to be an elf in defiance of our laws. She has freely admitted as much in public and there are several witnesses that would attest to as much. She deserves punishment,” Thalsia pronounced as she pushed Morgana forward. She certainly did not beat around the bush. I hazarded a guess that she was quite young for an elf, simply because of how impatient she seemed to be but at least she hadn't mentioned me. I honestly did not think Morgana would have a chance. I mean, she was clearly guilty. Then Morgana noticed a familiar face amongst the council members and our hopes were rekindled.

“Briance, please help me!” Morgana cried out to Maedel's older sibling.

“You know this child?” asked one of the other Councillors whose name plate read Siriana.

Briance looked as awkward and nervous as she had whilst reading to Morgana the night before. “Y-yes, she is a friend of my younger sister and has been staying with my mother. I met her only briefly last night.”

Briance was only telling half the truth but I could see that it pained her to be so duplicitous. She couldn't turn against her family but she also had to abide by the law that she had pledged to uphold, “I am afraid I cannot help you child. If what young Thalsia says is true then you have broken our laws.”

"Well, do you deny it, little one?" Siriana asked.

Morgana had spent the time so far guiltily looking at her feet but now she looked up at the council but instead of looking disheartened or apologetic she looked happy! "Of course not! I am the great and powerful witch Morgana. Fear me for I shall return any punishment to you tenfold!"

I should have expected this.

But Morgana's speech did not stop there, "... and this is my protege and accomplice, Princess Sara of the West Kingdom!"

I probably should have expected that, as well.

~

Morgana stared, glittery eyed in adoration at the pretty doll held out before her. Her mouth spread open in a wide goofy smile, revealing just how many teeth she was missing. The ragdoll's given to Connie and I were more like pillows when compared to Morgana’s elegant big girl doll with all of its accessories like hairbrushes, dresses, shoes, monocles, feather and snake leather boas. I suppose our dolls were not too bad, all things considered. You could hardly call them 'ragdoll's' when they were made from the finest silks from the Morning Isles and the softest cotton that was said to be from a race of sheep people, called sheeple, or something like that... The dolls were so brightly coloured and pretty that you could not help but wonder what they would taste like if you were to chew on them for a bit. I swear if there is one thing I learnt as a baby elf it is that you cannot fully grok an item until you have had it in your mouth for a spell.

The dolls were just a few of the many gifts we received during our incarceration. Morgana, Connie and I had been placed in a prison cell but thanks to Lilliandel's gossiping with the other mother elves we seemed to be gaining a lot of sympathy from the cities populace. Every day we would hear the chants of many broody elves outside singing "free the tiny three", "nap time not jail time" and my least favorite "potty's not prison". Some "human rights" groups even got involved, raising coin to buy us toys to keep us entertained whilst on the inside and soon our cell was filled with all sorts of exciting things. The colourful rocking horses, blankets and teddy's really brightened up the dark, stone cell. It was bewildering how swift our supporters had acted. I mean, we had only been detained in the morning to await sentencing and by the afternoon we were lavished with toys! I suppose news travels fast in a city of gossiping mothers and combined with the elves skewed perception of time they must have thought it was quite urgent to help us before we started turning old and gray.

The jail was also not equipped to deal with very young prisoners so a cot was brought in. Thankfully, the prison guards training did not extend to changing nappies and they had no interest in learning so Maedel, having earned her Ranger babysitting badge, was "invited" to visit and stay with us by her older sister for that express purpose, though I suspect that it was Briance's way of punishing her for bringing us into the city in the first place.

“Ugh! They keep treating me like a kid. I can’t believe Briance! She says I’m too young to understand 'the finer points of interspecies political relations and the socio-economic impacts when dealing with a less mature race!' Well, I’ve been living with two Princess’ so I think I know a bit more about human political leaders than she does! Don't you think?” Maedel took a deep, frustrated breath.

"Quite right, quite right," Morgana said in her best regal impression, "more tea?"

"Please," Maedel replied and held out a tiny cup that seemed far too small for her whilst she sat in a little wooden chair that was also much too small.

"What about you, Mrs. Fluffywhiskers?" Morgana asked. I did not hear Mrs. Fluffywhiskers reply but Morgana obviously did as she poured her another cup from the seemingly endless teapot. Come to think of it I had not seen Mrs. Fluffywhiskers drink her first three teas but somehow her cup was always empty when I looked.

"They're the ones being childish! They should stop squabbling over some missing Prince and make up with the humans already!"
Maedel slurped loudly on her tea. I was used to her being uncouth and slurping drinks but this time she seemed to be doing it on purpose. "Honestly, this whole situation is ridiculous. If they had just sent someone like me to protect that Prince this never would have happened. Now this whole mess could take years to sort out!"

"Years?!" Morgana stood up from the the children's sized table too fast and managed to knock poor Mrs. Fluffywhiskers out of her chair. Luckily, her soft and fuzzy rabbit body was unharmed, though she needed help to get back up.

"I can't wait years! Maedel, give me my wand..."

"Eh? Whatever," Maedel shrugged and finally handed back Morgana's wand.

“You gon' bwake us out?” I asked Morgana.

“No. I’ve got a better idea," Morgana's innocent child's smile twisted into the grin of a little devil.

~

Morgana was once again brought before the High Council and this time there was quite an audience of both supporters and detractors as well as those who just wanted to witness the spectacle. Briance brought her gavel down hard, knocking three times to silence the gathered crowds.

"Thank you all for coming. We are here today to determine the fate of the one known as Morgana the witch."

"Morgana. Please, step forward," Briance said, "You are a human woman of for--"

"YES, YES. I am but a lady never reveals her age!" Morgana interrupted.

"We have heard testimony that you came here seeking shelter after becoming lost in the wilderness. You used as yet unidentified magics to turn yourself and your companions into elves in order to circumvent our laws and enter our city. Do you have anything to say in your defence?

"No," Morgana said, simply.

"Our court wizards have determined that the spell you purport to have cast upon yourself and your companions is no mere illusion, or simple polymorph that can be dispelled, and that you currently have the body of a genuine elf. Therefore, this court cannot take your word as truth as you are an elf and a minor in the eyes of the law. Without further evidence that you have actually used magic to cast a spell on yourselves we cannot find you guilty of the crime you have been accused of and you are to be acquitted of all wrong doing."

"Oh?" Morgana said, she was as surprised as we were. She actually looked disappointed. That could not be good.

"Well... that's not what I expected..."

"Dun do it, Morgaga! You'll get us in twubble!" I begged but that just seemed to spur the little witch on.

Our crowd of loving supporters cheered and clapped patting me and Connie on the head condescendingly.

Meanwhile, Morgana's fingers twitched and her hand moved toward the wand stashed under her dress. Before anyone knew what was happening Morgana flicked her wand a glowing bolt of magic flew toward the unsuspecting Briance. It struck her in the chest and she blinked rapidly utterly confused as to what had happened. The hall was silent now as all eyes turned to her and she stared back wordlessly.

"What's everyone staring at?" Briance said. Her feet were slowly lifting from the floor and her black flats slipped off clattering on the polished decking. I watched as Briance's clothes became loose and she shrank in her chair. Her breasts shrank into little buds before disappearing all together. Her muscular arms grew thin then small chubby and weak. The heavy wooden gavel grew into a large mallet as her hand became a tiny little baby fist. Her grip weakened and she quickly grabbed hold of the heavy hammer with both hands desperate to hold on to this last symbol of her authority.

As soon as everyone had realized what was going on Morgana struck again and again. She managed to zap all six sitting council members before Thalsia leaped in and snatched her wand away. Thalsia growled and broke the wand over her knee but it was too late for the leaders of the elves. They were all shrinking in their seats along with any sense of authority that they once held.

"Damned stupid council," Thalsia spat as she restrained Morgana who was now laughing hysterically.

"Buh-but we 'quitted you!" Briance cried.

"I know, but I was really looking forward to punishing you like this and you did lock me up for a few days... so that will have to be reason enough," Morgana laughed.

And so it was that we were sent back to our cell to await our next hearing. During our second stay in prison, the human King who had caused the elves to become so hostile towards humans in the first place heard about Morgana's punishment of the Elven High Council and personally traveled to Kahlúa under the pretense of restoring human-elf relations. In reality, he wanted to see for himself that the snooty elves had been brought down a peg. Once he arrived however, he was so smitten with the adorable little babes that he ended up signing new trade deals with them and peace was restored. The council has since been given the affectionate moniker "The High Chair Council" much to Briance's chagrin.

~

Lilliandel sat, smiling pleasantly, in Briance's former chair on the High Council, her now reduced daughter sitting diapered in her lap. Briance burned with humiliation as she sat with her mothers hand around her waist, keeping her in place. The High Council had thus far refused to replace their ancient seats of power with actual high chairs so the best solution was for them to sit in the laps of others and their mothers were perfectly happy to take on this new, yet familiar role.

Many had come to witness the High Council's decision regarding Morgana's fate as well as a chance to see the adorable baby elders who had become something of celebrities.

"Aww-duh, awww-duh!" Briance tapped the desk with the little red, yellow and blue hammer they had given her to replace the heavy gavel that was deemed too dangerous at her reduced size, not to mention too difficult to lift. It was a source of everlasting shame that Briance's badge of office had been taken away from her adding to her list of daily humiliations.

"I sed dat--" Briance began to repeat herself which was becoming a frustratingly frequent occurrence.

“Let me say it this time, dear. Your little voice is adorable but grown-ups have trouble understanding it sometimes," Lilliandel said and patted Briance on her head. "There is nothing in our laws forbidding regressing a person, even when they are unwilling. Morgana hasn’t broken any laws. In fact, it seems you have unlawfully detained her in a prison cell. Since she is an elf and not a human the strongest punishment that would apply to her is six months of detention.”

"You're going to detain me for six months?" Morgana looked horrified.

"No, 'detention'. You're going to have to stay after school with the other naughty children for an hour a day and write three paragraphs on why the things you have done were bad." Lilliandel stated.

Morgana wrinkled her nose in disgust, as if the idea of detention was far worse than any prison sentence but without a wand she wouldn't have much choice.

"But--but--but--!" Morgana started before a loud tapping stopped her.

"I-I need to wee-quest a wee-cess," Briance said, timidly.

Lilliandel lifted Briance up to her face with both hands and sniffed her padded bottom.

"Nonsense!" Lilliandel said, "this won't take five minutes, I'll just do it here."

Unable to argue with her mother now she was so much bigger and more intimidating, and not wanting to be seen as having a childish tantrum, Briance relented and suffered the humiliation of having her dirty bottom changed on her table of office in the council chamber filled with witnesses.

The trial went on for some time after.

~

And that is how Morgana accidentally restored peace between humans and elves again. And how we got a two hundred year ban from Kahlúa, the City of Elves... though only as humans. Briance said the High Council decreed that as long as we turn ourselves into elves we were still welcome. They just wanted to see us reduced to kids like them...

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I woke up wet – I MEAN I, uh, was sweaty...? And Connie was wet and… you don’t believe me do you? Okay, FINE! I wet my diaper in my sleep. Are you happy now? It wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t help it! I was a baby and my tummy was practically bursting with num-nums... ugh! I mean MILK. Leave me alone. My heads all confuzzled. I did not cry about peeing myself like a real baby, though. I just whimpered a little and I got something in my eye. I would never cry and poop myself. I mean wet myself...

We were bathed in a tiny washing basin that I imagine was meant for dishes. I never had to wash dishes myself. As a Princess, I had servants for that sort of thing so I wasn’t really sure what the basin was used for aside from bathing the littlest of babies. At our present size, the small basin was as big as a bath. It made it apparent that I was so small that I could sit comfortably on a dinner plate.

The bath water was luxuriously soapy and warm with lots of bubbles. I would expect nothing else from elves. We may not have reached the Hot Springs resort Morgana had originally intended us to visit but this bath was certainly pleasant enough. Connie and I were having plenty of fun splashing in the water whilst Lilliandel sponged us clean and placed crowns of soapy bubbles on our heads. The way we were being pampered may have even been better than the treatment at the hot springs. It was certainly relaxing, being a nearly empty headed and carefree baby. I suppose I wasn’t entirely carefree though. It was supremely embarrassing to be naked in the bath in an infantile body with none of my womanly curves. Luckily there were somethings to distract me.

A shiny glass ball sat atop the mountain of foamy bubbles in the basin. I curiously reached out to grab the fun looking ball but it disappeared with a silent pop. There was a terrible sense of loss swelling up inside me and salty tears started to well up in my eyes. My heart ached, I wanted to hold a big bubble but every time I tried, they popped and disappeared. I know now that it was ridiculous to be upset over a popped bubble but at the time, it was the only thing important to me.

“Gently, cupcake,” Lilliandel had said as she handed me another big bubble that took up her entire palm and my spirit was raised again. Her hands were so much bigger that I had to hold out both of my little handsy’s to receive the large, pearlescent bauble. I stared into the bubble, seeing my own baby faced reflection. With the crown of bubbles on my head I did look like an icing covered cupcake! Together with my big round eyes, long lashes and chubby cheeks I looked utterly adorable. I concentrated and wiggled my pointy elf ears like Nailo had shown me gave myself a toothless grin. I was so cute.

Once Lilliandel had pronounced us squeaky clean she dried us off one at a time with a fluffy woolen towel and lifted our chubby legs to diaper our tiny bottoms. She had prepared a pair of lacy little dresses for us that did little to hide our diapers. Matching booties and frilled socks completed our outfits. We must have looked so foolish. Cute but foolish. Next we were placed in a playpen whilst Lilliandel finished her housework for the day. It was not long before Morgana roused herself out of bed and appeared before us still looking rather disheveled from a nights sleep.

“Gud morning, Mor-gaga,” I said.

"Gu morn-y Gaga," Connie parroted.

“There’s nothing good about it. We’re still kids and Nailo has taken Maedel out for the day! She still has my wand!” Morgana said, sounding like the very cross little girl she appeared to be.

“We need to change back. You two were acting like total babies yesterday and I sat quietly and read a book! Can you believe that? Me sitting quietly and reading a book! ME! If we don’t change back soon we’ll all be living happily ever after as good little elf girls for the next hundred years!” Morgana anguished. I couldn’t really see the downside of living happily for the next hundred years, and even that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Morgana was a bigger girl so she must have known better.

"This isn't what I intended this spell to do so the magic is unstable. It's going to mess with our minds if we don't change back! You could be stuck acting like babies and using childish mannerisms for years if we don't change back soon! It could already be too late to stop some of them!"

You must surely understand by now, my readers at home, that it is too late! The mental changes caused by Morgana's reckless spell use had already begun and now whenever I recall this tale the babyish words just slip out!

I asked Morgana what we can do and she simply shrugged and looked at her feet.

"I want to go outside to play," Morgana asked Lilliandel.

"You are not leaving the house without having your hair brushed, young lady," Lilliandel said sternly. Morgana sulked for the first five minutes of having her hair brushed but when Lilliandel told her what lovely hair she had, Morgana perked up. Her hair was dark and silky and went down most of her back. Lilliandel first tied her hair into a pair of pigtails and then twisted them into two long braids tying them off with little red bows tied at the ends.

"There you go. Now you can go out side and play in the back garden," Lilliandel pointed.

"What?! B-but I want to go explore the town!"

"Not without a grown up," Lilliandel placed a hand on her wide hip and bent forward, giving Morgana a close-up view of her jiggling bust. She waggled her index finger and shook her head 'no', saying "You will just have to wait until Nailo and Maedel get back."

Morgana grumbled and waited until Lilliandel went to hang some washing on the clothes line and then she announced, "Connie will stay here and be the distraction whilst you and I sneak out."

" 'ow we gon diss-wact?" I asked whilst Connie unintelligibly muttered, "No wan dis wak."

"Oh, I know just the thing," Morgana ran into another room with the energy of a eight year old child and sped back only moments later, this time carrying a vase filled with flowers. She tossed the pretty flowers over her shoulder without a thought for where they would land and then grabbed the rim of Connie's diaper, pulling it open and pouring the cold water inside.

Poor Connie's lips trembled and her eyes began water, becoming as wet as her freshly soaked diaper and then she started to wail in earnest. Connie is an annoying brat and a copycat but I do sympathize with her sometimes and this was one of those times. She was just so upset that I couldn't help but feel for. It was so strong I could feel my eyes welling up with tears as well and then my lips started to shake. I was just opening my mouth to cry out as well, when Morgana shoved a pacifier in, lifted me up and shushed me.

"Quiet! We only need one cry baby to stay behind," Morgana said, and hurried away with me in her arms. I could already hear Lilliandel fawning over the tearful Connie. Now was our chance to escape or whatever it was that Morgana had planned. She plonked me into a push chair she had prepared and we sped out the front door as fast as her little legs could push me. She could just barely see over the back of the pushchair but it did nothing to stop her from bumping it into peoples' legs. It was up to me to apologize to them as I knew Morgana would not. Luckily, they went from annoyed to endeared the moment they saw me. I was just that utterly adorable that they could not help but smile, even after Morgana had run over their feet or bruised their shins. I even earned myself a few pats on the head from the pretty elf ladies that could not help but swoon over me. It made me feel like a proper Princess again.

~

Morgana pushed and kicked as she was shooed out of the magic shop, empty-handed of course.

“I said no sales to minors and your pocket money wouldn’t buy you a lucky charm let alone a magic wand! Now shoo before I call your mother,” said the shop owner. He had a mustache that seemed to completely hide his lips and big bushy eyebrows. I don't know why I expected an elf shop keeper to look any different. I swear our society has unrealistic expectations of elves bodies - I still hadn't seen a dashingly handsome, yet effeminate elf boy I was in a city of elves!

Of course, Morgana was still making a ruckus even after the shopkeeper had slammed the door and returned to whatever it is shopkeepers do when they don't have customers. I watched her tirade from the pushchair outside, embarrassed at the scene she was making and hoping no-one would notice I was with her. It reminded me of that old saying, "You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your kidnappers." I don't know why I went along with this plan anyway. How did she think she was going to get the man to give up a valuable magic artifact when she had absolutely nothing to trade in the first place? I should have interrupted her but now it was too late. Her little tantrum was about to draw some unwanted attention.

“I’m not a child, I’m the powerful Morgana the Witch! I demand you sell me a wand!” Morgana shouted and stamped her feet. Her pointy black witches hat had slipped and was precariously hanging off the side of her head. Morgana huffed and straightened her hat but before she could take another step a voice called out to her.

“Morgana the Witch? The same Morgana who helped defeat the Army of the Silver Bell?” Asked a raven-haired elf who sat at an exquisitely designed wooden table outside the eatery next door.

“Mmhmm,” little Morgana nodded proudly. I’m sure she was glad that someone had recognised her alleged greatness, I however, was quite wary. Morgana was more infamous than she was famous and I was certain that shouting her name so brazenly would welcome more trouble than good.

“The same Morgana that stole an egg from a ferocious dragon?” the elf asked, curiously. Her eyes were alight up with interest.

“Yup,” the smug smile grew wide.

“The one who rescued an elf after the battle of Little River?” the elf asked, this time sounding somewhat hopeful and hanging on Morgana's every word.

“That’s me!” Morgana's smile grew wider and cockier, still.

“YOU! I’ve finally found you,” the elf’s face darkened and her eyes turned cold and menacing. Her voice boomed as she announced, “You turned me into a frog!”

“Thalsia?" Morgana asked, only now recognizing the elf. Her arrogant smile was nowhere to be seen but it had left a look of concern in its place.

The muscular Elf girl shouted and leapt from her table, landing with a heavy slam only a foot or so from Morgana who stood paralysed with fear, her eyes eyes widened at the sight of the elf who now stood twice her height.

“M-my what, strong legs you have,” Morgana said, nervously. The elf had just jumped several yards across the town square, kicking up a cloud of dust as she landed. It was as impressive as it was intimidating.

“Was that a frog joke, little girl,” Thalsia the elf bent over so her face was uncomfortably close to Morgana's.

“N-no,” the little witch gulped, “you’re just such a good jumper, is all. You must have had a lot of practise.”

The elf growled in response, her annoyance was clear as day. It was difficult to tell if Morgana was purposely annoying her or if she is just generally annoying. I did not know elves could be so scary. I mean they had such perfect cheek bones and lustrous hair. How could something with such lustrous hair be scary? Thalsia managed it and even Morgana quaked in her boots.

“It was just a silly prank. I mean look at me. I’m not really the beautiful, and all-powerful, witch Morgana. I’m just an innocent little elf girl being mischievous. It’s really rather charming if you hop--I mean STOP, to think about it.”

“Oh no, you’re not weaseling out of this one,” The elf violently grabbed Morgana by the wrist and pulled her back to the bench where she had been sitting. Morgana desperately tried to pull the elves fingers away with her free hand but, trapped in the body of a child, she just wasn’t strong enough. No matter how hard she fought, she could not squirm out of the elves tight grip and ended up looking every bit the bratty little girl that the on looking elves assumed she was. Thalsia sat down, Morgana gave up on escaping and turned to pleading.

“Okay, I give. It’s me! But surely you remember why I turned you into a frog? It was so you could make out with that beautiful elf seamstress you loved to talk about! True loves kiss, and all that. That must have worked out for you, right? I mean you’re not a frog anymore, are you?”

“Of course it didn’t work out! What elf would kiss a frog? I was stuck like that for 3 years!”

“Oh well, that’s hardly any time at all for an elf! Besides, you must have got someone to kiss you...” Morgana said.

The elf blushed furiously even as her anger rose. From the looks of it, Morgana had touched a nerve she ought not to. Thalsia jerked Morgana over her thighs and pulled her childish teddy bear-covered panties down to her ankles with one quick swipe.

The little witch gasped and looked around. It seemed all eyes were on her and the elves were quick to gossip about what they saw as an unruly child. The elf held Morgana down with one hand and raised her other open palm, preparing to strike.

“Don’t you dare! I’ll turn you into a tadpole if you don’t let me go right now!” Morgana’s threats sounded ridiculous with her shakey, high pitched, kiddy voice. The watching elves were covering their mouths and chuckling to each other about how elves in their frolicsome thirties and fiendish forties were always such little troublemakers. She was panicking now but even with her bottom bare, cheeks pointed to the sky, she would not stop her tough girl act and apologise. It was obvious that the impending punishment would hurt more than her pride.

“Oh no, I am not letting you off easy. When I’m done with you, I’m turning you over to the Council. I’m sure you know that there is a ban on humanfolk entering the city at the moment and we do not take kindly to outsiders who refuse to obey the law. You should know that even a short prison sentence for an elf is a long, long time for a human.”

It must have been true. A few years was nothing to an elf so prison sentences were much longer. Unless she lived the remainder of her life as an elf, Morgana would probably be an old maid by the time she was released. It occurred to me that if the elves found out that me and Connie were her companions we would probably share the same fate and what a terrible fate that would be for the two of us. Grow old in prison as a human or spend the next few decades in diapers as an elf.

Still, Morgana did not even apologise. If she at least acted apologetic we may have been able to talk our way out of being reported to the High Council but nooo, Morgana refused to budge. I was a little glad when the elves palm came down on Morgana's bare bottom. Morgana squealed in response to the noisy Thwap! as her bum was smacked. I imagine it was as painful as it was noisy. Afte the second spank Morgana started to struggle uselessly. She was violently kicking her feet in the air in response to the sharp swipes across her cheeks.

"Sara! Help me!" she cries through tearful eyes and I'm starting to feel sorry for her.

"Oh, so the little one is with you, too?" Thalsia stops and looks at me and I freeze. I'm certain the elf is going to punish me next but she just smiles and her attention returns to Morgana. I'm so relieved, I feel like I've dodged an arrow.

"You've turned your little friend into a baby you incompetent witch. She can't help you like that." Thalsia says, "come on. Stand and pull your panties up and don't even think about running unless you want another spanking."

"Yes'm" Morgana nods, and obediently does as she is told with a sniffle. It was most satisfying to see the egotistical witch brought down to size. I look at her and I don't see the cruel witch Morgana anymore, at all. Just a bad little girl who has been put in her place. Morgana sniffs again and wipes her wet eyes on her sleeve. In a shakey voice as quiet as a whisper she says, “When I get my magic back, you’ll be sorry.”

“Well, we better make sure you don’t get your magic back then,” Thalsia grinned.

~

We traveled all the way to the center of Kahlúa without Morgana kicking up a fuss or trying to escape. Thalsia dragged her by the wrist with one hand and pushed me along with the other until we reached an ivy covered building in center of town. Thalsia told us that she was taking us to the High Council to answer for our crimes and that this was where they met. The roof was mostly taken up by a bust of giant woman who looked down on the city with a proud and loving expression, like some giant mother looking down on her children. The Elves of Kahlúa appeared to have a very matriarchal society from what I had already seen but I had not expected their High Council to be five women with only a token male. I must say I was quite impressed. No wonder the city of Kahlúa was so wonderful - it wasn't run by testosterone fueled males starting wars all the time but responsible women who know how to get things done!

Thanks to the incredible management of the elven women, we did not even have to wait to have an audience with the council which was awfully convenient. You never see that kind of service in male run societies. Thalsia led Morgana into the High Council chamber and marched her into the middle of the circular room. The High Council members sat around a semi-circular desk. Each had a pot of ink with a cockatrice feather quill and a stack of books. I supposed that judging by how quiet it was that they had a lot of time to read between hearings.

The guardian who led us into the chamber announced our presence turning the heads of the Councillors up from their books. "Presenting Thalsia the dragoon."

“She is a human witch who came here pretending to be an elf in defiance of our laws. She has freely admitted as much in public and there are several witnesses that would attest to as much. She deserves punishment,” Thalsia pronounced as she pushed Morgana forward. She certainly did not beat around the bush. I hazarded a guess that she was quite young for an elf, simply because of how impatient she seemed to be but at least she hadn't mentioned me. I honestly did not think Morgana would have a chance. I mean, she was clearly guilty. Then Morgana noticed a familiar face amongst the council members and our hopes were rekindled.

“Briance, please help me!” Morgana cried out to Maedel's older sibling.

“You know this child?” asked one of the other Councillors whose name plate read Siriana.

Briance looked as awkward and nervous as she had whilst reading to Morgana the night before. “Y-yes, she is a friend of my younger sister and has been staying with my mother. I met her only briefly last night.”

Briance was only telling half the truth but I could see that it pained her to be so duplicitous. She couldn't turn against her family but she also had to abide by the law that she had pledged to uphold, “I am afraid I cannot help you child. If what young Thalsia says is true then you have broken our laws.”

"Well, do you deny it, little one?" Siriana asked.

Morgana had spent the time so far guiltily looking at her feet but now she looked up at the council but instead of looking disheartened or apologetic she looked happy! "Of course not! I am the great and powerful witch Morgana. Fear me for I shall return any punishment to you tenfold!"

I should have expected this.

But Morgana's speech did not stop there, "... and this is my protege and accomplice, Princess Sara of the West Kingdom!"

I probably should have expected that, as well.

~

Morgana stared, glittery eyed in adoration at the pretty doll held out before her. Her mouth spread open in a wide goofy smile, revealing just how many teeth she was missing. The ragdoll's given to Connie and I were more like pillows when compared to Morgana’s elegant big girl doll with all of its accessories like hairbrushes, dresses, shoes, monocles, feather and snake leather boas. I suppose our dolls were not too bad, all things considered. You could hardly call them 'ragdoll's' when they were made from the finest silks from the Morning Isles and the softest cotton that was said to be from a race of sheep people, called sheeple, or something like that... The dolls were so brightly coloured and pretty that you could not help but wonder what they would taste like if you were to chew on them for a bit. I swear if there is one thing I learnt as a baby elf it is that you cannot fully grok an item until you have had it in your mouth for a spell.

The dolls were just a few of the many gifts we received during our incarceration. Morgana, Connie and I had been placed in a prison cell but thanks to Lilliandel's gossiping with the other mother elves we seemed to be gaining a lot of sympathy from the cities populace. Every day we would hear the chants of many broody elves outside singing "free the tiny three", "nap time not jail time" and my least favorite "potty's not prison". Some "human rights" groups even got involved, raising coin to buy us toys to keep us entertained whilst on the inside and soon our cell was filled with all sorts of exciting things. The colourful rocking horses, blankets and teddy's really brightened up the dark, stone cell. It was bewildering how swift our supporters had acted. I mean, we had only been detained in the morning to await sentencing and by the afternoon we were lavished with toys! I suppose news travels fast in a city of gossiping mothers and combined with the elves skewed perception of time they must have thought it was quite urgent to help us before we started turning old and gray.

The jail was also not equipped to deal with very young prisoners so a cot was brought in. Thankfully, the prison guards training did not extend to changing nappies and they had no interest in learning so Maedel, having earned her Ranger babysitting badge, was "invited" to visit and stay with us by her older sister for that express purpose, though I suspect that it was Briance's way of punishing her for bringing us into the city in the first place.

“Ugh! They keep treating me like a kid. I can’t believe Briance! She says I’m too young to understand 'the finer points of interspecies political relations and the socio-economic impacts when dealing with a less mature race!' Well, I’ve been living with two Princess’ so I think I know a bit more about human political leaders than she does! Don't you think?” Maedel took a deep, frustrated breath.

"Quite right, quite right," Morgana said in her best regal impression, "more tea?"

"Please," Maedel replied and held out a tiny cup that seemed far too small for her whilst she sat in a little wooden chair that was also much too small.

"What about you, Mrs. Fluffywhiskers?" Morgana asked. I did not hear Mrs. Fluffywhiskers reply but Morgana obviously did as she poured her another cup from the seemingly endless teapot. Come to think of it I had not seen Mrs. Fluffywhiskers drink her first three teas but somehow her cup was always empty when I looked.

"They're the ones being childish! They should stop squabbling over some missing Prince and make up with the humans already!"
Maedel slurped loudly on her tea. I was used to her being uncouth and slurping drinks but this time she seemed to be doing it on purpose. "Honestly, this whole situation is ridiculous. If they had just sent someone like me to protect that Prince this never would have happened. Now this whole mess could take years to sort out!"

"Years?!" Morgana stood up from the the children's sized table too fast and managed to knock poor Mrs. Fluffywhiskers out of her chair. Luckily, her soft and fuzzy rabbit body was unharmed, though she needed help to get back up.

"I can't wait years! Maedel, give me my wand..."

"Eh? Whatever," Maedel shrugged and finally handed back Morgana's wand.

“You gon' bwake us out?” I asked Morgana.

“No. I’ve got a better idea," Morgana's innocent child's smile twisted into the grin of a little devil.

~

Morgana was once again brought before the High Council and this time there was quite an audience of both supporters and detractors as well as those who just wanted to witness the spectacle. Briance brought her gavel down hard, knocking three times to silence the gathered crowds.

"Thank you all for coming. We are here today to determine the fate of the one known as Morgana the witch."

"Morgana. Please, step forward," Briance said, "You are a human woman of for--"

"YES, YES. I am but a lady never reveals her age!" Morgana interrupted.

"We have heard testimony that you came here seeking shelter after becoming lost in the wilderness. You used as yet unidentified magics to turn yourself and your companions into elves in order to circumvent our laws and enter our city. Do you have anything to say in your defence?

"No," Morgana said, simply.

"Our court wizards have determined that the spell you purport to have cast upon yourself and your companions is no mere illusion, or simple polymorph that can be dispelled, and that you currently have the body of a genuine elf. Therefore, this court cannot take your word as truth as you are an elf and a minor in the eyes of the law. Without further evidence that you have actually used magic to cast a spell on yourselves we cannot find you guilty of the crime you have been accused of and you are to be acquitted of all wrong doing."

"Oh?" Morgana said, she was as surprised as we were. She actually looked disappointed. That could not be good.

"Well... that's not what I expected..."

"Dun do it, Morgaga! You'll get us in twubble!" I begged but that just seemed to spur the little witch on.

Our crowd of loving supporters cheered and clapped patting me and Connie on the head condescendingly.

Meanwhile, Morgana's fingers twitched and her hand moved toward the wand stashed under her dress. Before anyone knew what was happening Morgana flicked her wand a glowing bolt of magic flew toward the unsuspecting Briance. It struck her in the chest and she blinked rapidly utterly confused as to what had happened. The hall was silent now as all eyes turned to her and she stared back wordlessly.

"What's everyone staring at?" Briance said. Her feet were slowly lifting from the floor and her black flats slipped off clattering on the polished decking. I watched as Briance's clothes became loose and she shrank in her chair. Her breasts shrank into little buds before disappearing all together. Her muscular arms grew thin then small chubby and weak. The heavy wooden gavel grew into a large mallet as her hand became a tiny little baby fist. Her grip weakened and she quickly grabbed hold of the heavy hammer with both hands desperate to hold on to this last symbol of her authority.

As soon as everyone had realized what was going on Morgana struck again and again. She managed to zap all six sitting council members before Thalsia leaped in and snatched her wand away. Thalsia growled and broke the wand over her knee but it was too late for the leaders of the elves. They were all shrinking in their seats along with any sense of authority that they once held.

"Damned stupid council," Thalsia spat as she restrained Morgana who was now laughing hysterically.

"Buh-but we 'quitted you!" Briance cried.

"I know, but I was really looking forward to punishing you like this and you did lock me up for a few days... so that will have to be reason enough," Morgana laughed.

And so it was that we were sent back to our cell to await our next hearing. During our second stay in prison, the human King who had caused the elves to become so hostile towards humans in the first place heard about Morgana's punishment of the Elven High Council and personally traveled to Kahlúa under the pretense of restoring human-elf relations. In reality, he wanted to see for himself that the snooty elves had been brought down a peg. Once he arrived however, he was so smitten with the adorable little babes that he ended up signing new trade deals with them and peace was restored. The council has since been given the affectionate moniker "The High Chair Council" much to Briance's chagrin.

~

Lilliandel sat, smiling pleasantly, in Briance's former chair on the High Council, her now reduced daughter sitting diapered in her lap. Briance burned with humiliation as she sat with her mothers hand around her waist, keeping her in place. The High Council had thus far refused to replace their ancient seats of power with actual high chairs so the best solution was for them to sit in the laps of others and their mothers were perfectly happy to take on this new, yet familiar role.

Many had come to witness the High Council's decision regarding Morgana's fate as well as a chance to see the adorable baby elders who had become something of celebrities.

"Aww-duh, awww-duh!" Briance tapped the desk with the little red, yellow and blue hammer they had given her to replace the heavy gavel that was deemed too dangerous at her reduced size, not to mention too difficult to lift. It was a source of everlasting shame that Briance's badge of office had been taken away from her adding to her list of daily humiliations.

"I sed dat--" Briance began to repeat herself which was becoming a frustratingly frequent occurrence.

“Let me say it this time, dear. Your little voice is adorable but grown-ups have trouble understanding it sometimes," Lilliandel said and patted Briance on her head. "There is nothing in our laws forbidding regressing a person, even when they are unwilling. Morgana hasn’t broken any laws. In fact, it seems you have unlawfully detained her in a prison cell. Since she is an elf and not a human the strongest punishment that would apply to her is six months of detention.”

"You're going to detain me for six months?" Morgana looked horrified.

"No, 'detention'. You're going to have to stay after school with the other naughty children for an hour a day and write three paragraphs on why the things you have done were bad." Lilliandel stated.

Morgana wrinkled her nose in disgust, as if the idea of detention was far worse than any prison sentence but without a wand she wouldn't have much choice.

"But--but--but--!" Morgana started before a loud tapping stopped her.

"I-I need to wee-quest a wee-cess," Briance said, timidly.

Lilliandel lifted Briance up to her face with both hands and sniffed her padded bottom.

"Nonsense!" Lilliandel said, "this won't take five minutes, I'll just do it here."

Unable to argue with her mother now she was so much bigger and more intimidating, and not wanting to be seen as having a childish tantrum, Briance relented and suffered the humiliation of having her dirty bottom changed on her table of office in the council chamber filled with witnesses.

The trial went on for some time after.

~

And that is how Morgana accidentally restored peace between humans and elves again. And how we got a two hundred year ban from Kahlúa, the City of Elves... though only as humans. Briance said the High Council decreed that as long as we turn ourselves into elves we were still welcome. They just wanted to see us reduced to kids like them...