You look into the mirror with huge eyes, trying to understand exactly what you have become. Your body is at the center of a healthy strawberry plant, with three stems of which you are the center and tallest, about eight inches tall. Your human body vanishes into the ground just below your knees, and you feel roots beneath, twisting and turning their way through most of the pot, even poking their way a little out of the little ventilation hole. There are two smaller stems that emerge from the dirt, which to your amazement look exactly like you; except that they are younger and smaller, and growing sideways. Emerging from your human bodies at random are numerous smaller twigs and little shoots covered with numerous smaller leaves, growing every which way, though none grow out higher than your waist. Some of the branches have little buds, and many have small pink flowers. Your hair is the one part of you that has stayed exactly the same, an even brighter red than all the flowers. One of your younger copies moves, looking up at you; you suddenly realize that you can see your adult self, blossoms and all, and one of your younger versions too. Somehow, you now have three bodies. One is an adult, one about thirteen, and one about eight, but all are girls and all three are absolutely terrified. You try to talk, looking up at Marisa and squeaking in fear and frustration, and all three bodies squeak in unison, though some are higher-pitched than others. "Change me back! Change me back change me back change me back!" The longer you yell the more out of sync all three of your little bodies become, until they're all speaking independently. You aren't sure if it's the magic or merely your mind gradually adjusting to the new perspective, but you can start to tell the difference between each one. Three sets of arms. Three pairs of eyes. Three different hairstyles, each longer than the last. All three twisted together with little dresses of thin branches. Well... in the shortest body's case, she's up to her shoulders in the branches from your bigger two bodies, though she doesn't seem to mind that at all. Or... you don't seem to mind it. You still can't quite figure out if you're one person or three. Maybe both?
"I will!" Marisa insists, though there is a tone of distinct doubt in her voice. You don't like that tone at all, particularly hearing it three different times, almost in unison. That is going to get really distracting. "Look,David, if I could just wave my arms and undo the spell I would! But it's not so simple as that. The spell that changed you gave you magic... remember, that‘s what we were trying to do! Magic can't be un-given. Once you have it, you have it for life. Spells that transfer the Spark like that are all permanent, including the one I used on you. But... it wasn't supposed to make you a bush, so maybe I can just eliminate the side-effects!" She grinned, trying to look optimistic. "But... in the meantime. I can't hold you until I figure it out. Where will you get enough sun..." She thinks for a moment, before deciding to leave you...
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