"Thank you? I ought to throttle you!" you yell furiously. You lunge at the fairy, a reaction she was clearly not expecting. Caught off-guard, she doesn't have time to use any fairy dust and is forced to fight back. Being roughly the same size and strength, it's a fairly even match. Punches are thrown. Your vision gets blurry as she punches you in the face. You push her over into the bushes, but she grabs you and you fall with her. You're now both rolling and struggling with each other in the bushes and dirt, when a pouch of fairy dust the other fairy had bursts open and you both begin coughing and choking, stuck in the cloud of fairy dust.
When the dust settles, you sit up and shake yourself off. You discover you're now clothed, wearing a leaf dress and carrying a small satchel slung over your shoulder. Something else feels off, but you can't quite put your finger on it. You look up at your adversary. She's also sitting, examining herself. She's become slightly smaller, and looks even younger than she did. You hear her look at you and gasp, in a younger voice. She's become a teenager! But why did she gasp when she saw you?
You look down at your own skin. It too is slimmer, and, come to think of it, you don't feel exactly to scale as you were right after you were changed. You clear your throat to check your voice, and it becomes clear. You've become younger, too! You stand up carefully, both of you cautious of the other. You want to fight her, but you can't seem to bring yourself to raise your fist. Something in the dust has evidentially made you more tame. The other fairy begins panicking.
"Oh, no no no, if the fairy council sees me like this - I'll be punished so severely" she mutters in distress, far less cocky than she was earlier. She looks at you, mad. This time, SHE charges at you. "You idiot! You've turned us into kids! There's no reverse spell for that!" she yells, wrestling you. She pins you down, about to use what dust that wasn't spilt on you in a way you most definitely do not want to imagine, when there's some more rustling from the bushes. You both turn your heads. Three adult fairies stand there, surprised. "Anita?" one of them asked, looking at their now teenage friend, who is still holding you down aggressively.
Anita quickly lets you go, embarrassed. "W-wait guys, I can explain!" she insists, worriedly. One of the fairies whispers something to the other fairies and they form a circle, whispering. Anita hides behind you, now scared. One of the fairies nods, and they turn back to you two. "This is serious, Anita. We've got no choice but to take you, and whoever this is, to the fairy council". Anita is about to say something in protest, but one of the fairies holds out an empty bottle and you feel both you and Anita getting sucked into it. Everything goes warm and dark.
When you come to, you and Anita are lying on a large oak floor. You look up, and see a row of disappointed looking fairies, glaring down at you. Anita jumps to her feet, but gets immediately interrupted.
"No need to speak, Anita" says one of the council fairies. "We've already reviewed the day's events. Getting caught? Using magic willy-nilly-ly? Getting in fights? This is not how a fairy behaves. An appropriate punishment must be dealt" she says, and then peers at you. "To both of you." Both you and Anita gulp in unison.
The fairy continues. "You punishment will be;"