"Let me speak to her, mother." A beautifully cute voice rang out from beyond the trees. A lovely fairy princess, about your age, came into view. She had a luxurious pink head of cascading hair in princess curls; a sheer gown of pink gossamer, ample, especially for her age, breasts, and brilliantly iridescent wings like her mother.
"Very well, my daughter;" your fairy stepmother began; "but it is 'him' when dealing with humans of their second gender."
The new fairy approached you. "So, this is a young human... 'male,' was it?" You nodded. "Fascinating; but improvable."
"Wh-who are you!?" You ask.
"Forgive my manners; I am Princess Wellowyn; and you are...?"
"V-Vinnie."
"Hmm... pretty close to our name of Vinea; a good, strong fae name."
"I'm feeling like I'm being scrutinized like a piece of meat here!" You said.
"Fae are a good judge of character." Your stepmother began. "I did the same thing when courting your father. I could sense his kind heart and caring nature."
"Wait, does that mean..."
"Yes, I wish to become your bride;" Wellowyn said, before turning to her mother; "and I wish to use the flower to transform her... sorry, 'him,' myself."
"If that is your wish, I so oblige." The Queen stepped down.
"Don't worry." Wellowyn said as she took your hand. "The process, though intense, is not unpleasant."