Jake grimaced, full of disgust. That potion was foul! Not exactly as in foul in taste, but it was the awful dosage of sugar in it. From a few drops he could see it was bright pink and the taste was like cotton candy, bubblegum, marshmallow soaked in honey, all with a generous amount of extra sugar. His teeth were sure to get cavities at once! But the sickening sweet sugary taste started to spread in his entire body, it seemed. He hiccuped and was assaulted by pressures in his body. First, all of his body hair fell off and he started to feel his limbs and bones and muscles squeezing upon himself. He watched his fingers become small, dainty, minuscule, even. His chest became flat, utterly so. His clothes pooled at his feet. Feet that were just as dainty and soft as his hands, slipping from his socks and sneakers. He could feel on the nape of his neck a tickling and he saw his hair getting longer and longer. His face was changing too, he could feel it. The dull pains were covering all of his body. Shrinking! He was shrinking! He was becoming a little boy again! It was a nightmare! He then felt sharp pains at the tip of his ears and he had barely registered them getting pointy that two new ones erupted between his shoulders blades. With a scream of terror and pain, four transparent butterfly wings made their way from his back, fluttering in happiness as they were felt the world around them. But the worse was yet to come. Feeling pressure anew in his crotch, Jake saw with horror that his hairless crotch altered itself. His penis retreated into his body, becoming hollow and settling itself as a vulva and vagina. His balls followed, all naturally, as if his manhood was only too happy to relinquish its own identity and function to become a privacy. An immature one too. The ones he had seen in porn movies were a lot more developed.
"Eep!"
Jake clasped his hand to his mouth. Why was his voice so feminine and infantile? He turned around himself and saw that he was not only a girl now, but a little girl. A fairy. A fairy of barely one foot tall. He looked like a doll! It was awful! Ridiculous!
"Here's for your modesty, little fairy girl," said the witch, smirking and snapping her fingers.
Instantly, Jake was clad in a pink tutus and with ballet shoes and a bow for his long blonds curls. To any onlooker, he looked like a beautiful, indeed utterly enchanting fairy doll. To him, it was a horrible nightmare. What was the witch going to do to him now that he was a silly little fairy?