The fact that his wings actually worked hardly qualified as a great surprise, considering everything else that had changed in the last fifteen minutes. They did carry the dainty, six-inch-tall teenager to the adjacent bathroom for a view of his new form in the mirror over the sink.
The self-centered athlete stared at the label on the tube of stolen lube, but the Chinese script offered no clues to his strange transformation.
His new wings provided a fluttery flight that took him around the room in a jerky manner. He felt the golden ringlets shake around his neck and shoulders. Overall, all his rather classic masculine features had been feminized, hardly a huge shock as he began to accept the inescapable fact that he appeared to have transformed into some sort of fairy creature.
He felt his wings, attached to muscles near his shoulders, beat faster as they carried him aloft. He left a fine, sparkling residue the color of the rainbow everywhere he went.
"Shit," he exclaimed again in a voice high and squeaky like a cartoon animal such as a mouse or chipmunk.
He froze suddenly after he heard a noise in the hallway outside his bedroom door. His wings continued to beat as he hovered in place. He saw the huge door to his room swing open. His hopes that Michael had returned were dashed when he saw the figure of the old man from the shop enter the room. A major difference was the old man no longer used a stooped, shuffling gait when he walked. He looked quite spry as he entered the room carrying a long-handled mesh net and a tiny bamboo cage suspended on a gold chain.
The old man's wrinkled expression showed his delight at catching sight of fairy Jeff. In fact, his lack of surprise told Jeff that the old man fully expected to find a fairy, not a teenager, in the room.
"I hope you found the product enjoyable," the old man said in a loud voice.
Jeff flew toward the old man's face, unleashing a stream of squeaky demands. The old man smiled and patiently let Jeff get everything off his chest, but then he used the net in a wide, swooping motion. The tiny fairy found himself scooped up and tangled into the mesh. He tried to resist the old man's gnarled fingers as they wrapped tightly around his naked fairy body.
"Let me go," Jeff ordered as he shed copious amounts of multi-colored fairy dust.
"Let you go?" The old man said as he transferred Jeff from his hand into the tiny cage. Once he had placed Jeff into the cage, which was barely large enough to contain the teenager's new six-inch form, he closed the door and latched it with a tiny lock made of polished gold. Jeff grabbed two of the tiny bamboo staves that formed the bars of his cage and demanded to be released.
"Oh, no," the old man said. "Very unlikely. You stole from me, and now you will pay the price."
The old man retrieved the tube of stolen lube, which disappeared into a pocket of his robe. He tucked Jeff and the tiny cage into a fold in the dark robe and left the teenager's room with no clues, other than a coating of fairy dust on some surfaces, to point to the reasons for Jeff's disappearance.
"It was stupid, and I'm sorry," Jeff shouted as the cage twirled and swung with each of the old man's steps. "I've got money. I will pay you now. Please, just change me back!"
The old man inserted one of his gnarled fingers through the bamboo bars of the cage and poked at Jeff's tiny fairy dick. Jeff was horrified by the old perv's action. "Don't you fucking touch me!" Jeff ordered.
The old man laughed at Jeff's futile expression of defiance and left Jeff's house, bound for his shop where he planned to...