The fairy you confront looks a little saddened as you exclaim your un-desire to be a girl fairy. The fairy, who happens to be similar to the new you in some ways, flitters over and drops her head, "Sorry about that... but you DID step into our ring."
You grumble, "I'm sorry, I did not know that this was your spot." You say, still a little uneasy about the cute feminine voice now eminating from your lips.
The fairy smiles, though it's unsure what type of smile she's making. She could either be sympathetic or devious, "I'll help you get back to human form, I promise." She giggles softly, "I like you anyway."
You blush a bit, "Um, alright."
The fairy works a spell chant of sorts, and you quickly feel yourself growing again. You close your eyes as you try to relax under the transformation the fairy girl inflicts on you.
You grow to just about your normal height, but still feel a little smaller. Changes are made to you further as clothing alters. The antennae and ears fade away and you can feel yourself stablilizing on the ground as the wings no longer exist. But yet something seems off.
You open your eyes as soon as the changes stop, with the fairy flittering in front of you, trying to look innocent. By now you know better. You still see a few strands of the long pink hair in front of your face, and you still feel center of gravity being the same as when you were a girl fairy. You sigh, hearing the feminine voice go through the sigh, "I'm still a girl."
The fairy nods excitedly, and points to a small tree which somehow unveils a mirror inside. The mirror shows pretty much a human version of the girl fairy. The pixie-ish feature on your face seem to remain, and you look incredibly youthful for your size. Your clothing has altering to somewhat human standards, though it feels embarassing when you're wearing a knee-length dress with several frills. The 'wings' become a large dark pink bow to tie around the back in a lace. The front seems to have a small white apron, making you look like a maid as well. It doesn't help when you have white stockings with black heeled mary-janes on as well. You almost look too cute.
"This is even more embarrassing!" You exclaim.
"Oh, don't be silly, you'll get used to it, and besides," she says, flittering over to sit on top of your head, "I'll come and help you now." She nestles herself in, as you try not to freak out even further.