Mike offers you some more fruit. You're not as hungry as you were, but there's still room left, and you want to be polite, so you sit down and eat a little more with her. For a while, neither of you says anything. "Mike," you finally say, "were you always...did you like being a dryad when you first became one? I mean, you seem so feminine now, and you're clearly happy with what you are, but...were you always like that?"
Mike smiles. "Of course not. I wouldn't trade my current life for anything, but I wasn't always this way. Back when I first changed, I escaped from the witch's house and then spent the next month being absolutely miserable. But...after a month or so, I began to get used to it. I think it's part of the magic of this place. Before too long, I wasn't so upset anymore, and eventually I came to love being what I am the way I do now."
You cringe. A month? You have a mere month to find a way to change back or get home before you start to accept your new self? Or...what if it's not related to the place at all? What if it's just part of the transformation? You suddenly realize that, unless you find something to change you back before long, the odds are very good that you'll wind up a happy, feminine cat-girl.
Mike laughs. "Look at your face!" she says. "Oh, come now, it's not so bad. Besides, you've got a month to change yourself back before it even starts. It's not like it happens all at once."
"H-how long does it take?" you stutter, frightened at the thought of this.
She shrugs. "I don't know. Somewhere in the neighborhood of a couple months to stop being upset about it, and probably somewhere around six before you're as happy with yourself as I am. But that's a ballpark estimate; I wasn't exactly keeping close track. Heck, I don't even know how long I've been here. Time kind of blurs together in here. But it's been a happy blur, so I guess I don't mind."
You stare at her. She's so happy...but she admits she probably got this way magically...and the way she talks about time blurring, is that part of being a dryad, or is it something about this weird other world you've found yourself in? What...what do you do now?