"The transformation is irreversible," Circe explained. "This is a far more fundamental transformation than turning some sailors into pigs with enchanted food."
"Are you really THAT Circe?" asked Penny. "The one from The Odyssey? I studied you in school! Why'd you turn those guys into pigs, anyway?"
"I am indeed the Circe of legend, daughter of the sun god Helios," said Circe. "The world is full of ancient immortals and demigods living right under your noses. As for the pig business, you try hosting an entire crew of rowdy, horny Greek sailors sometime. Not fun."
"Yikes," Tori said with a grimace. "I guess the Bronze Age could suck sometimes."
"Especially for a woman," Circe added. "Back to the point, you have to be very sure you want to be fairies before you transform yourselves, for it cannot be taken back once it is done. You see, a fairy is a very different creature than a pig. Unlike a pig, a fairy is a being of magic. Fairies can make flowers bloom or wilt, or calm or spook animals. They are quite like the nymphs of my homeland in this way. Your very souls must be altered and infused with powerful nature magic. This is not something easily reversed. Are you sure that you wish this for the rest of your lives?"
"Can we keep our penises?" asked Penny. "Part of my motive for doing this is so I can keep mine."
"Of course," Circe said with a chuckle. "After all, there are no fairy men. The species couldn't reproduce if some of the women didn't have penises."
"As long as I can be a fairy dickgirl, I'm in," Penny stressed.
"I promise, penis-possessing fairies are quite common," Circe nodded.
"Then I one hundred percent want this," Penny said, her excited cock going fully hard inside her pajama pants.
"And there's no way in hell that I of all people wouldn't want this," Tori said. "I've been dreaming of this moment since I was a little girl. Well, maybe I didn't think this moment would involve a cocoon, but you know what I mean."
"Then climb onto a branch and hang upside down," Circe said with a wise smile. "It will not be long before my caterpillars construct your cocoon."
Tori and Penny nodded, ascending the trunk of the tree and crawling onto a sturdy branch. They carefully hooked their legs around the branch and allowed themselves to hang upside down.
Krystal stood next to Circe, stroking the bulge in her ripped jeans as she watched the caterpillars inching toward Tori and Penny. "So Circe," the punk asked, "how do we know the transformation is working?"
"A faint green glow from the cocoon is the first sign," said Circe. "And you know the second phase is working when the cocoon begins to shrink down to fairy size. I find it interesting that you did not opt to become a fairy yourself, wild wolfwoman."
"What did you call me?" Krystal asked.
"What you secretly wish to be called," Circe said mysteriously as she returned her gaze to Tori and Penny.