Tamalia and the Transformation

Species Suffix: Man-Single Male, Men-Multiple Males, Min-Single Female, Mon-Multiple Females, Myn-Mixed Male and Female of same species, or multiple Male and Female of different species

"I read it in a book." Tamalia said adding a pinch of bat guano to the mixture. The potion bubbled on the flame. The tiny caldron was of the finest pewter and helped the Witchy Woman make wonderful potions.

"Which book?" Podolfo asked. His left eye twitched.

"The Regulation of Potions and Prices. Volume two."

"You don't need to get snippy. I am the one about to transform into a toad again." The Dwarfman said watching his Humin anxiously.

"I am sorry my darling. It is rather heartbreaking to be able to do only so much once the potion wears off and the ingredients are gone from the environment. If the ingredients are too old this may not work at all this time."

Adding chewed leaves of the Agis plant to keep the lingering effects of the original potion from adhering completely, as it did to keep sperm from adhering to the egg, Tamalia stirred feverishly and handed him the silvery pot with a rag wrapped about it so that neither burned their fingers. He blew on the steaming liquid as if it would help in the interim.

"Oh, just drink it! See if it works."

Her dwarfman tilted the minute caldron and drank. The steam burned his nose, his eyes bulged, and his eyelashes vanished. For a full minute the potion seemed to work. Then his nose vanished, and he began to shrink in mass. His skin became rubbery and mottled. Then there was the clang of the pewter pot hitting the floor and Tamalia's Handfasted Dwarfman was again a toad. Gertrude's potion had been potent, and vengeful. Even Tamalia's love and blood could not stop the transformation forever.

Podolfo croaked.

"I know. It did not work, and all the ingredients are gone. It is time to move on and find some more.”