As Bea flutters over to the “fox” she hears it say, “I wish I wouldn’t have to dress up to be a fox,” and judging by the sound of the voice, and the figure’s size, Bea assumes the wearer must be an eight-year-old boy.
Bea smiles, “maybe I can help with that,” she says, as she flies into the boy’s line of sight, giggling when the “fox-boy” jumps and hearing a gasp from under the mask.
“Wh-what the…,” the boy mumbles, “a pixie?!”
“Actually, I’m a fairy,” Bea says.
“I must be dreaming,” the boy says.
Bea giggles, “I promise you, this is no dream,” she says, “I’m as real as you are! Now, back to my offer of helping you: I can make the costume you are wearing become your new appearance!”
“REALLY,” the boy shouts.
“Sssh, we don’t wanna draw any attention,” Bea says, looking around, luckily the party is loud and no one seemed to have heard the boy yell.
“S-sorry,” the boy says, “my… my name is Connor. But if you’d make this costume my real body… wh-what about my parents and friends? They’d freak out!”
“Nothing a little reality alteration spell can’t fix,” Bea simply states, “only you and me will know who you once truly were”.
The boy grins under his mask, “do it,” he simply states.
Bea smiles, “my name is Bea by the way,” she says as she begins to channel her powers into her hand, a white orb forming.
“It’s nice meeting you,” Connor says, “and thanks for making my wish come true. How can I ever repay you?”
“Your happiness is payment enough, Connor,” Bea says, before willing the orb to fly into Connor, “now you just enjoy the transformation, I have other wishes to fulfill!”.
Connor nods, sighing as he leans back into the couch as a warm calming sensation spread through his body, the boy closing his eyes and a smile on his face as he feels his clothes dissolve, leaving him completely naked, before he feels the “feet” of the costume start to feel “tighter” on his own foot, as the costume starts merging with his body.
Bea smiles happily to herself as she makes her way to her next target: A boy wearing a Malinois costume.
However, Bea decides to just simply transform the boy, who appears to be 14, judging by his size, without letting herself known to him, so the little “fairy” conjures a white orb into her palm and throws it at the boy as she zooms past and on to her next target: a girl wearing a cow-boy costume that looks as if it would suit a boy better, the orb meanwhile sinking into the boy’s back.
What Bea is unaware that, in her excitement of being able to “help” these “poor” people become what they “wish” to be, she had messed up the spell: not only will it transform the boy, who’s name by the way is Vincent, into a humanoid Malinois shepherd, but also will cause him to become horny.