Suddenly one of the male fairy flutters up to you and touches your wings. You feel a shiver through your body, and you find yourself getting aroused by the touch. You blush, a little shamed at feeling this way, even as the male fairy lands before you and takes your hands.
“I pick you as my mate.” The male fairy is strong, and handsome. Handsome? You try to push the strange thoughts we are starting to invade your mind.
Another tingle starts to spread over your body and you look down as you watch small breasts grow from your chest. They finally stop at a petite size, but you can see over them towards your waist which is also starting to alter and change.
Before your eyes drops a lock of shiny golden blonde hair and you reach up brushing it gently away. Your free hand is small, dainty, so soft and feminine. You feel a shiver of pleasure as the male fairy couldn’t yours pear shaped breasts.
You look upon him again, lost in his touch and his glorious strong eyes. A feeling of falling into his eyes starts to overwhelm you, and you try to run, an impulse to fly, but you can’t move.
His lips come towards yours, and you know the magic is still on you, you know that if you allow him to kiss you the magic will be stronger. Already you can feel warmth running through your body that you have never felt before. Moistness grows between your legs, and a need to mate starts to grow stronger in your mind and body.
Your head is becoming foggy as he gets closer. You feel the tension build, your lips wet with anticipation.