Jen and her newly transformed fairy daughter Diane fluttered out into the world to wreak some magical havoc on the humans. They transformed people left and right with extreme prejudice. Sometimes they used their powers to right wrongs as they saw them and other times they were purely malicious. And every once in a while their transformations were just plain ridiculous.
An example of all three came after Jen left Diane playing with a pretty ape woman with light brown fur happily swinging from a tree. It was impossible to tell that the half-chimpanzee/half-babe had only moments ago been a mail man.
While this transpired, Jen the Magical Fairy Princess swooped into a local strip club. Two frat boys were near the stage, clearly drunk out of their minds, harassing the current less-than-gorgeous dancer.
"Hey, sweetheart! I don't mind a little junk in the trunk, but for you, I think I'll need to rent a goddamn van!" one yelled.
"Tell you what! If I can get a brown bag with a couple eye holes, I'll let you wear it while I fuck your brains out!" screamed the other.
Jen's newly formed sense of magical femininity was, needless to say, disgusted. She slowly walked up to the two braggards, slapping her wand menacingly against her palm.
"Now, here's what I'm talking about! You up next?" slurred the larger one.
"What're you supposed to be, Strawberry Shortcake or something?" the other chimed in.
"No, you moron. I'm a fairy princess," Jen said with a matter-of-factness that surprised even her. "And I don't like the way you've been treating this lady."
"Lady? More like sasquatch in a tube top! Gimme a break." the blonde one laughed.
"I'll give you one chance to apologize to her," Jen hissed.
"Yeah, I'll pass. What're you gonna do? Throw glitter at me?" he replied.
"Better than that. I'll let you decide your own fate."
"What!? Man, you're drunker than I am, honey. Piss off, Tinkerbell, we were just clowning around!"
"Yeah. We're just showing this chick a good time!"
"Hmmm... Chick, eh? Clowning around? Now those are some fine ideas!" Jen laughed as she twirled her wand. In a flash of pink smoke, both boys were gone. The dancer that they had bothered slowly shuffled backstage as the announcer asked for a big hand for the club's debut performance of these next two dancers.
From each side of the stage, in a very confused state, both boys wandered out. As the sleazy bass-heavy music played, they felt compelled to dance. As they did, the rest of club's loud, obnoxious clientelle cheered, oblivious to the fact that these were clearly men on stage.
Then the changes began.
The boy on the right watched in horror as his lettermen jacket and jeans fused and shifted into a big poofy yellow dress with red polka dots and short puffy sleeves. Blue and green striped stockings shot from his feet to up under his dress and big silly bloomers appeared as well. His shoes turned into hilariously large pink heels. Pink gloves were on both of his hands, in one of which was now a lacey parasol.
"Oooh nooooo!" he screamed in a Minnie Mouse-sounding voice. "What in the world is happening?"
His skin turned a pale milky white and little red hearts appeared on both his cheeks. His eyes now had electric blue eyeshadow. And his face become soft and feminine, with the exception of his cute, oversized, bright red nose. Finally, his blonde crew cute exploded from his head into a bright pink afro with a little yellow hat sticking out from the side.
Despite her shock, the new clown-woman continued her dance, albeit in an overtly exaggerated comical fashion now, prat-falling, blowing balloons, and spraying water from the flower she now wore. Her shock melted away into genuine enjoyment as she saw the laughs she was getting. Soon she joined in with her own squeaky baby-doll laugh and became lost in the part.
Meanwhile, the boy on the left underwent an equally unfortunate transformation. His clothes melted away entirely, but his nudity was short-lived. Soon, fluffy white feathers sprouted out all over his body. His stocky frame became curvacious, from a large bottom with white tail feathers poking out, to his pillowy, feathered breasts. Soon he possessed something in between hands and wings, and his legs, while shapely, were yellow and rough, as were his feet.
"Bwwwaaaat are you doing to bwwwwwaaaak me!?" he clucked at an amused Jen.
His face became soft and white, with feathers only lining the edge. It was the most human part of him left. His hair gained length and volume, becoming a big mane of soft blonde hair. Occasionally peeking through the strands were a collection of blonde feathers.
The brand-new chicken lady clucked nervously and flapped her arms, intermitently being seized by the compulsion to try and "peck" the air. Her confusion swelled and her mind fogged and eventually she became unaware of her own fear and started enjoying the attenion as she did the "chicken dance" to the music.
A very satisfied Jen smiled throughout the performance and left the freakish woman preening in the dressing room mirror, magically accepting their new lives.