The butterflies Kate had been talking to just flew away,. leaving him to ponder upon his, or rather her fate near a pond. She tried to follow them but quickly lost their trace in the bushes and tree trunk. She cursed at the presence of too much greenery that merely made as many obstacles. Naturally, she was just not used to her new unicorn body. This new equine appearance meant she'd have to walk on all fours and do new things that seemed natural but that were hard to accept doing in the first place. Even regarding the more natural things, some getting used to would be in order. So, she walked back towards the pond, distraught. She lied down next to the water, most unhappy. This was just awful! Not only she was a boy that had been turned into a girl, but now a unicorn in a strange fantasy land! With no more this genie to help her! He and his stupid lamp had vanished elsewhere, a few dimensions over for all she knew. If she had known, she would never have picked up that lamp and made wishes... As she cried, tears rolled down her face and splattered the ground. The tears were silver droplets. Actual silver. That figured, Kate thought despondently. And she had no opposable thumbs to gather this liquid silver or pocket to store it. Really, what good was that, except to insist on her new pretty and dainty characteristics as a unicorn? She had never wanted to be one in the first place! Kate sighed heavily and laid down her neck on the soft grass. She absent-mindedly started to stare at her reflection. Her eyes were really pools of gold that would rival any dragon's treasure hoard. Her fur was soft, as much as velvet. She was graceful and delicate and her horn shiny as a pearl basking in the moonlight. As for her mane, well... It could do with a little diet of clover and violets to render it more lustrous and straight, but it was extremely beautiful to begin with. And elves or nymphs could brush and comb her and braid her mane lovingly. Yes, as a unicorn, she was beauty incarnate and she would work towards maintaining this eternal youth and feminine beauty that...
Kate suddenly snapped out of it and shook her head, locks of her mane flying about yet falling down like tiny purple feathers imbued with grace. She neighed in panic. Where had those thoughts come from? How was she getting to be so sappy? Was she going to think only sugary sweet thoughts like that? No! She must resist! In the name of her lost virility! Her memories as a dude were the last thing she had of her lost manhood, literally! She must be stronger than that! Even if she had learned a few things while letting her thoughts stray. Maybe if she let it happen again but kept enough control to pull back and not be left with new desires or even a new personality? Or was it too risky? As she reflected upon these questions, Kate suddenly heard the tread of someone approaching and turned towards the source of this noise.