Transformed
With a shock Myra awoke. Her restraints seemed at first glance to have vanished, but further inspection showed her that they had not vanished, she had merely shrunk so far that she had slid out of them when she had passed out. She tried wriggling her arms around, but to her great horror found that they had not shrunk with her. A wave of panic and shock overwhelmed her, and she suddenly heard herself whimper and tears rolling down her cheeks. Another wave of shock rolled over her as she realised that this de-ageing potion had not only altered her physical body, but also her mind. For while she could still think soundly (which she deduced from the fact that she could still reason fairly well), her emotional regulation was absolutely shattered, and her body responded to that. She was not only an adult in a child's body, she had also been given a child's ability to handle their emotions without outside guidance; that is, barely any. As the reality dawned on her that she would not be able to help but react, her mind went into almost a blank state of overwhelm, and her crying evolved into full-blown screaming. She felt hands on her, only making her more afraid, and she thrashed wildly to try and get them off of her. This only resulted in the second witch coming over and restraining her together with the first one, whom she hadn't seen coming. Promptly she was lifted out of her original clothing, and the sudden wave of air on her bare skin silenced her for a brief moment, before a wave of embarrassment flooded her and her screams began anew. Suddenly she felt a massive arm around her waist (in reality it was a normal sized arm, but in her state she had completely forgotten about her shrinking), before a sudden pain blinded her yet again. It took a few seconds for her to realise, but then her eyes widened in shock. She was being spanked!
After about three swats or so, the witch put her down. All decorum lost, Myra reached back and rubbed her bottom with one hand, the other wiping away the tears from her eyes. The older witch kneeled down in front of her, lifting her chin with a finger so Myra was forced to meet her eyes. "Alright little girl," she started. "I know this transformation can be scary, but it's simply the consequences of your own actions. We understand that you are probably the way you are because no one ever properly guided you on the right path. These token swats are only a little foretaste of what you might expect to come your way if you hit an adult again." Myra gasped. She hadn't realised she'd kicked someone in her frenzy, but what was more concerning was that those 'token swats' had hurt more than anything she had ever experienced. If that was what she could expect, she would have to keep her head down.
She looked up to see the younger witch approaching with an expensive-looking black dress and some underwear. Subdued from her few swats earlier, she let herself be dressed without much protest. "Okay Myra," the older witch addressed her again. "You will now meet your new parents, and go home with them." And with those words, the door opened again, and two people walked in. In her seated position on the floor Myra had to strain her neck to look up at the two, and when recognition hit she started crying again. "No, no! I'm not going somewhere with those two! I won't! I won't!" she babbled, backing away towards the wall. The two were Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, some of the most notorious dark wizards. "That is no way to talk to your parents, young lady!" Bellatrix chided not-so-gently, lowering herself to meet Myra's eyes. "You are coming with us the easy way or the hard way, and I can promise you you won't enjoy it if we have to do it the hard way." Myra just looked at her with wide eyes, shaking her head. "No!" she said again, stamping her foot for good measure. "Yes," Bellatrix retorted, "and if you don't stop this little tantrum right this instant, you won't enjoy the little discussion we'll have when we're home."
Myra was overwhelmingly afraid, and, feeling like a trapped animal, did the only thing she thought might help her get out of the situation - she bolted for the door. Her little legs couldn't carry her very fast, but she was determined to make it. Right as she was getting close to the door however, she felt herself being suddenly grabbed underneath her armpits and lifted over a shoulder. Her little fists rammed on the back they now were able to come into contact with. Pain blinded her again as her bottom was swatted, but now by a hand that seemed much stronger and larger than the first one had been. "OW!!" "You have chosen the hard way, little girl, and you won't enjoy it once we get you home," a male voice growled, leading Myra to shudder involuntarily. She didn't see Bellatrix closing in and taking Rodolphus's hand, but what she did notice was the horrible pull under her bellybutton as they apparated to what would be her new home.