You feel yourself drawn to the fae, that shrinking sensation once again filling you. Your legs are the first to go, drawn to hers and pulled inwards, the vine around your neck no longer needed to hold you tight. You feel sticky, melting into her as you find yourself sticking out of her, torso, arms and head, right between her legs, balanced precariously as she laughs. “You spent a month in me and turned out so boring-samey. So, I’m going to see what happens if we try something else!”
You yelp, trying to protest, but a thought from her cuts off your voice. It’s a level of control she didn’t exercise before as your hips flow inwards, melting as that stickiness turns into a pleasing warmth through what remains of your body. “No pouting~, fairy flowers don’t talk after all.” She laughs at her own joke. “So, you didn’t change after a month as you but my boobs, so I’m going to make you me as my flower for a year! And then let you out and see how you’ve changed.” She giggles, finding the whole situation awfully amusing.
The thoughts, her thoughts, flow unbidden into your head. She’s turning you into her pussy, and unlike before, where you kept your mind, you’ll be part of her. An independent soul, made into the fae and thinking like her for a year. You blanch as your chest vanishes, only shoulders, arms, and a head now, as satisfaction and eager curiosity, unwanted, fills you. “I wonder what you’re going to be like when I let you out. I hope a twin! I want a twin.” She laughs and you laugh too, cursing yourself a moment later.
You hope that when she lets you out, the mental changes will vanish, you’ll be you again, but you’re afraid you won’t be as your arms vanish and that warm pleasure only builds in you, now only a neck and a head. “You’ll be seeing and hearing until you’re fully changed. I want you to see this~” She sounds so smug. You feel smug for that matter, enjoying the delicious fear of the mortal until you realize its your own, which snaps you out of it.
Still, it’s getting harder to identify with the mortal that was you in the mirror yo-she just conjured, face locked in a mix of terror and smugness that seems to wash into total smugness as a sharp crack of heat heralds your head morphing into yo-her head, neck disappearing and leaving only a difference of hair and eyes. “I can see how your soul is reflecting mine. Just let it go and become me~” She sticks her finger in your mouth and you feel utter bliss as you find yourself suddenly and absently licking at it, mind blanking as pleasure rocks you.
At this point, you just let it wash over you, acceptance powering your greater self’s desires. You’re you, the mortal soul now bound as your pussy, a lesser part of a greater whole. You watch as your head disappears, nose shrinking as your hair recedes to become a well trimmed bush, still in your old hair colors as your eyes flash your greater self’s golden before they too vanish. You have a moment of reflection on what the hair color means before it too changes to the same gold as your greater self’s, your tongue stops as it transforms, mouth gaining parts and changing functionality. Finally, the fingers leave your mouth, now a perfectly slim pussy with dainty little lips. “There!” You say, triumphantly. The vine vanishes into thin air as your clothing reappears on you, covering your view and plunging you into proper blackness. You shouldn't see anything, shouldn't hear it either. You're a body part, that's it. “Hope we don’t forget about you in there~” are the least things you hear as your greater self flutters off, your mind blank of any thoughts but existing and giving your host body pleasure.