Unseen amongst the higher branches of the Fairy Tree, a cocoon gently wiggled on its branch. The new fairy inside had completed her transformation about half an hour ago but a couple of things kept her from pushing her way out for the time being.
Thing One: she wasn’t ready to live as a fairy yet. The cocoon was a little womb of safety where she felt comfortable hiding for now. She had left her old human life behind but she wasn’t quite ready to be a fairy yet, a creature with a needfully simplified and more primal life as interacting with the human world and its technology was now much more difficult- even impossible in many cases.
Thing Two: the fairy, once a boy named Jason, hadn’t known or been told that male fairies didn’t exist before chugging that potion and climbing into the tree. He had expected to wake up still basically himself but with dragonfly wings and a taste for fruit, but he had woken up a she and had cried for a while upon finding her once flat chest had filled out into firm and sensitive breasts and her cock had melted away into a tight lipped pussy.
Thing Three: the peak of her despair hadn’t lasted as long as she’d have thought or even wanted once her fingers had begun exploring her strange new body in the darkness. Once she’d finally satisfied her inexperienced, boyish curiosity about what boobs felt like personally her fingers had dared drift down to her pussy and explored it by touch. Though a virgin who had only seen such things in porn, Jason instinctually found the pinhead sized jewel of her new clitoris and had shrieked her way through her first female orgasm not long after.
After that she felt a little better about her situation even if she did dread making it all “real” by clawing her way out of her cozy cocoon. So she sat there in the dark telling herself this was a wet dream and (fingers finding her clit again) it could stand to be a little wetter.