Sandra suddenly felt a strange lightheadedness. She collasped into a chair, not noticing that her clothes were becoming larger on her body or that she was becoming smaller. Slowly, signs of age began to drift away as her complexion smoothed, her ears became pointed, and her hair regained natural highlights. She was too lost in the sensation of the queer changes to notice as her shoes dropped away and little butterfly wings grew from her back. In moments the room loomed around her as her clothes were like a vast cathedral.
Sandra blinked and stared down at her naked body. She had transformed to a little fairy woman. She could feel the magic flowing through her nubile body.
"Oh my god," She said in a tiny voice. "I....I'm a fairy like the ones Amy loved!"