An Accidental power

Bucks for a donkey

"I think... I'll skip" Heather said.

"What!? Do you know what kind of opportunity you just let slip?" Charka said.

"I didn't let it slip, she said the dark elves are a resource to me remember? So whenever I need them for something I know where to go" she cheerfully said and turned around "Now let's get out of here before that bear returns"

"My goodness you're a lost cause"

"Am I now? As far as I remember I have a fat diamond I need to sell so I can get rich, I'm not lost at all" she said but suddenly her blanket slipped off her waist and she almost tripped.

"Oops, must have loosened"

"No, you used fire again remember? I lost strength, you should look for some fire soon" Charka said.

Heather lift the blanket and saw her body has shrunken slightly, even her breasts now at least looked sized for her body.

"You know, I might have been a bombshell before this but now I look pretty decent"

"Oh? So you didn't like your voluptuous breasts?"

"No I did, its just, I felt a little awkward when that night elf touched me" Heather said and wrapped her waist again.

Even the dress she had on sat a little lower on her legs thanks to her breasts not being so large.

"She's a dark elf, there's a difference, and you liked it, come on, don't lie"

Heather giggled quickly "M-kay maybe a little"

"Let's put that aside and get to business though" Charka said.

"Business?"

"I couldn't help notice you have a dress on that's nice and stretchy but its your only one, and you will lose it once something happens like back in the previous town"

Heather realised that wasn't just it "I don't even have underwear under it"
"Yep, so one quick breeze and everyone will see both your licence and your registration"

"My what!?"

"Your licence, and... Never mind, license I use to refer to your vagina girl, its your proof that you're a woman, your registration is referred to your hair, being blonde"

"But I shave! No one sees that?"

Charka had to take Heather's hand under her control and smack her face again.

"Hay! What I do this time!?"

"You're a natural blonde idiot! By registration I mean that if some women dyes their hair another color you think they'd dye the hair down there as well!?"

"N... No?"

"Exactly, its your registration to prove you're a natural blonde... Are you just pretending to be stupid or what?"

"The words you use sometimes! Licence? What is that anyway?"

(A/N) Remember folks, this is a story that plays off in the age of knights, horses and carriages, dragons and kings, no cars here and no licences needed...
I just thought it'd be funny to make Charka talk of modern things then let Heather respond to it)

"It doesn't matter, what matters is, before you sell your diamond you need money to buy some sort of transport, horse or ox, maybe even a donkey"

"Okay why?"

"Can you imagine the sum of gold you'll get for a diamond the size of an apple? I don't think you'll be able to carry the bag filled with that amount"

Heather paused "Oh..."