...in the covers of a bed. You snap to alertness as you are alarmed to find yourself in a completely foreign area. You reach for your head and, sure enough, you still feel your antennae sticking up from your slightly tangled blonde hair. You also still have your butterfly wings. Curious, you pull the pink covers aside and step onto the cool tile of the middle of the raised part of the bedroom.
The bedroom is large and spacious, with a large circular platform leading down towards a door, presumably to leave the bedroom. The bed you crawled out of is large enough to comfortably accommodate you, with a large pink canopy with curtains drawn over it. To the left of the bed stands another mirror. As you walk towards it, you finally notice that you aren’t wearing your princess costume anymore. Instead, you’re wearing a cute, lacy, white nightgown that is almost see-through, displaying the silhouette of your minuscule legs and body. Your platinum blonde hair is disheveled from your sleep but at the moment, you’re attention is riveted on your brilliant, blue eyes, very different from your past brown color. You also note that your wings are slightly flapping in an invisible breeze.
Tearing your gaze away from the mirror, your eyes alight on a long nightstand on the other side of the bed. Aside from a tall, pink candelabra, a pink case also rests on the table. Comfortably lying upon their designated spots, you’re reunited with your tiara and wand. A pillar reaching from floor to ceiling border a doorway presumably leading out to a balcony as you see sunlight filter through the curtains. However, you decide to ignore that for now and continue looking.
You now find a set of drawers upon which some shelves have been placed above. You pull open one drawer and are met with the sight of dozens of different stockings, tights, and socks. Another one reveals a large selection of shoes small enough to fit on your tiny feet. You take the small pair of steps down to the lower part of the room, arm resting on the handrail that is held up by an intricate design in metal. A violin rests against a music stand in one corner of the lower area with a armoire standing on the other side. You open up the armoire and are surprised to find it was a doorway to a much larger closet. All along the walls are rows upon rows of clothes, with the final wall seeming to hold accessories and a variety of wigs. Seeing as you’re only wearing a nightgown at the moment, you decide to put together a more presentable outfit.
A few minutes later, you stand in front of the mirror with all of your new clothes on the bed beside you. Grinning and already naked, a clean slate to work wonders upon, you begin to dress yourself.
The stockings that you got this time were white like your previous ones, except these ones had a white, frilly trim at the top, tied off with a pink ribbon. You pull up the socks before tying the ribbons at the top, allowing the stray laces to flap in the breeze coming in the room. Your shoes were pink with a strap around the foot and a 2-inch heel in the back. You planted your feet into the shoes before tightening the strap, taking a few practice steps to accustom yourself to the height change. You elected to keep your panties the same as you had no need to swap out the white ones you’re wearing.
It had now come time for your favorite part of any outfit, the dress. The one you had selected today was of a mint-green material. What you found interesting about the dress was how when the green top layer with a pink trim on the end reached the sides of the dress, they slowly retreated upwards on the back of the dress, displaying 3 white skirts that added volume underneath your dress. This section all met at a large, pink bow that would rest above your butt. The chest area of the dress contained another corset that would help accentuate your features. The dress then met at a little collar around your throat that was tied off by another pink bow. What interested you the most about the dress was the open back, leaving plenty of room for your wings to be free. For you arms, the dress had slightly puffed up sleeves that covered part of your upper arm and you also had a green cuff for your left arm, tied off by another pink bow.
Having spent long enough gazing at the dress, you slipped it on over your body, taking extra care to maneuver your wings into their respective area. After tying up all the bows and pulling your hair out of the collar, you regarded the new wig you chose for the outfit. It was a short pink wig with bangs in the front. You had done up the hair along the sides into pigtails whose ends lay in small ringlets, held together by two matching pink bows. There were also tiny holes in the wig that allowed your antennae to pass through.
As you placed the wig on your head, you felt the familiar sensation of the hair rooting itself to your head. Astonishingly, placing the wig on your head resulted in your ears growing out and becoming pointy, now matching any beautiful fairy.
Admiring your handiwork in the mirror, you’re caught off guard as you hear you door swing open and...