Zavaar

(open on a silver castle town, Zephitus City. focusing on the palace in the center, with its huge spires and towers. A black and purple wave of magic washes over the land, coming from the nearby mountain range, and washes over the town, and continues on, dissipating after a while. In the city, all the residents are morphing into young girls, aged 12-16. Meanwhile, in the forest neighboring the city, a young, tan-skinned cat girl with long, black hair, in skimpy-ish sorceress vestments, dozes underneath a dogwood tree in the middle of a lush grove)
(a spark of red magic appears above her, and a little imp materializes from it)
imp: Ziva! Ziva wake up!
(the cat girl wakes up reluctantly, but keeps her eyes angrily shut)
Ziva: shut up, Marl! I'm getting my beauty sleep!
Marl: Knock knock!
Ziva: *grunts* What.
Marl: Interrupting demon.
Ziva: I swear to the dark one, if you-
Marl: *grabs onto Ziva's shoulder and arm, and starts shaking violently* WAKE UP!
Ziva: ARGH! *opens her eyes, sits up with a jolt, and grabs onto Marl's big fat nose in one motion* I hate you SO MUCH!

All the lulz.

In the inn in Zephitus City, a woman was sleeping and she was suddenly woken up to feel that she felt somehow smaller than usual. She looked in a full body mirror in the corner of her room and staring back from the bed, was the reflection of a small girl shortly before she herself gasped in shock.

Mona: I was....I was sure I had a much fuller chest....And about.....25....I look like I just hit puberty. *goes over to the mirror as her night dress is slipping off of her and examines herself in the dim moonlight* How strange. My hair didn't seem to go back to how I had it when I was this young before. It's on the floor behind me now....I'll have to figure out something to do with it. I'm really shocked, I could simply be dreaming right? *pulls on a cheek and winces in pain* It is not a dream....

(the next day, in the Lord Regent's solar, the Lord is examining herself in front of a mirror, trying to keep up the sleeping gown that doesn't quite fit anymore, with a paladin in her incredibly loose-fitting tunic)
paladin: Should I call the tailor, Lord Regent?
lord: No, I expect every tailor in the city should be busy for weeks, if what I've heard is true. No, I'll just wear one of my daughter's gowns...*drops his nightgown, and goes to a chest in the room*
paladin: Er...*averts her eyes* Lord Regent, what should be done about this?
lord: *sighs* If you think I already know how to solve this problem, Oliver, then I should hire the nearest chamber pot, as it would have more cleverness than you.
Oliver: my Lord, you single-handedly solved the city's financial crises on many occasions. You know the solution to almost every problem right when it presents itself!
lord: Enough! I just...I don't know...
(after an awkward silence while the Lord Regent tries on a better-fitting dress)
lord: If anyone can suss out the cause of this, Oliver, it's you.
Oliver: my Lord?
lord: Don't undersell your own wit, my friend. I know your worth as a problem-solver. I'm sending you out, to investigate this new magic. So please, don't disappoint me, Oliver.
Oliver: My Lord, if it pleases you, you can call me..Olla.
lord: Olla?
Oliver: Short for Olivia. It...it was my sister's name, my lord.
lord: of course.

Mona: *digging through her traveling bag* Of course. All of my clothes are much too big for me. *pulls out her armor suit pieces and lays them out in perfect order* Hm... *goes back into her bag to pick out a book* Now, this spell book my aunt lent me must have something here to fix this....... Ah ha.... I can't quite....make this out.....Valer Ra Sectun Sintho!
The armor pieces all shrink down.
Mona: Ah! It worked! *picks up the panties before sliding them on* They fit....Although more snug than I'd like...

(later, in the marketplace, Olla walks through the crowd of bewildered pre-pubescent females, adjusting her newly-tailored padded battle tunic(as seen in the pic in her bio))
Olla: By the divines...is this really want a 'training bra' feels like? Ugh, this is awful! it's all pinch-y and stuff...
(just then, several loud screeches are heard, as three huge frog-monsters with bat wings swoop down and start attacking citizens, swiping them up with their long, dexterous tongues. The throng of people disperse, leaving Mona, Ziva, and Olla, who is now drawing her sword and shield)
Olla: Gods help me...*eyes up the frogs, then notices Ziva and Mona* ..eh? Citizens, clear out! It's dangerous here!

Mona: Well finally something to kill. *draws her great chainsword from its sheath on her back and pulls the string on it to turn it on, the chain roaring to life* Alright, who wants to die first?

(one of the frogs notices Mona, and whips his tongue straight for her)
Olla: Watch out! *runs after Mona, intending to knock her out of the way*

Mona cuts the tongue just before it reaches her and runs under the frog before chopping off one of its feet.

Olla: *stops dead in her tracks* Eh?
(another frog wraps his tongue around Olla, and brings her up into the air, throwing her around)
Olla: UWAH! STOP IT! *slices the tongue, and drops onto the Frog monster's back, then bashes the tongue with her shield when it lashes back, and thrusts her sword deep into the beast's back*
Ziva: Hm. *her hands flare up with fire, as she locks onto the third frog monster* Who's up for-
Marl: KNOCK KNO-
Ziva: NO!
Marl: oh, come on!
Ziva: You're gonna steal my joke!
Marl: I wasn't!
Ziva: You were!
Marl: Try me.
Ziva: Fine. *looks back at the frog monster* Who's up for fr-
Marl: WHO'S UP FOR FROG LEGS?!
Ziva: DAMMIT! Whatever! *fires two huge fireballs at the frog monster, and it bursts into flames while plummeting to the ground*

Mona cuts off all of the legs of the frog above her and before it falls on top of her, she quickly cleft it into two halves.

Mona: Phew. Well that wasn't so bad.

Olla: Who are you, citizen? And what is that weapon?.?

Mona: *turns off the great chainsword before turning to Olia* It's my personal weapon. I call it the great chain sword. My name is Mona and I'm a traveling woman warrior. Er...Well I was a woman warrior.

A 16 year old with a massive rack for her age peeks out from inside a building.
Girl: You dealt with the monsters? Oh thank goodness that you did.

Mona: Oh heavens! You're chest is just as big as mine was.

The girl, upon hearing mention of her chest, turns red with embarrassment as she gets rather angry.
Girl: Shut up! They've only been like this for a few days!

Olla: A few days? But that pulse of magic only happened last night.

Girl: Yeah, I meant that. >.>

Mona: Still though. you're probably the biggest one of everyone here. Don't you feel odd though?

Girl: Of course I feel weird, I was a guy before last night. *Crosses her arms and pouts*

Mona: Yes..... Ah. *looks into her bag and pulls out strings before using them to tie her hair up into pigtails* And finally my hair is off the ground.

Olla: Yes, I was male until last night as well. Oliver was my name...I suppose I go by Olla now.
Ziva: And I was just the same! ^^
Marl: Eh, maybe a bit bigger. Width-wise that is! Hee hee hee!
Ziva: SHUT UP! *grabs Marl, and punts him into the window of a nearby building* I'm Ziva by the way!

The girl sighs sadly.
Girl: Well, looks like I'm going to be stuck as "Emily" for a long time. TT,TT

Mona: Well my name is Mona.

Emily: Nice to meet you Mona. Same for the rest of you.

Olla: Anyway, *sheathes her sword* I am a paladin in service to Lord Regent Armon. I have been charged with the duty of finding the cause of this new magic, and destroying it.
Ziva: Destroy it?.? Why! This is too hilarious!