While in the air falling down you find the ground getting farther and farther away than normal.
You flail your white glove clad hands wildly as the room your in gets larger and larger.
You position your self so you’ll at least land on your feet, only for your dress to flap up in your face exposing your panties. You kick your legs trying to get your dress to go down to stop the up draft between your legs to no avail.
It felt like you’ve been falling for at least ten stories till you remember you had wings. You start flapping them, but it’s too late and you never learnt how to fly. You hit the ground rolling head over heals loosing your crown and wand in the confusion, as you get tangled in your own dress.
Once you come to a stop your on your hands and knees, your dress is over your face. And your tights clad bottom is on full display for the world to see.
You sit up catching your breath and adjusting your dress to cover your delicate lady parts blushing like a cute rose.
You adjust your long blond hair and feel an absence we’re your crown should be. You look around for it as well as your magic wand only to find yourself in...