As the male fairy cups your breasts you feel your head swimming with desires and wants you never had as a man. His lips get closer and you can’t move, and you are starting to feeling like you don’t want to. His lips touch yours and you feel a rush of emotions flood through you.
The flash of emotions swoons you into the male’s arms, and you feel his hands running over you in sensual circles. His lips still embrace yours in a mind altering embrace, and you feel your body responding. Your own hands running over his chest and you feel your breasts press against him.
As you are kissing you feel yourself being lowered to the grass, and a part of your mind screams out in fear and terror at what is coming, but your actions and your body, and the emotions can not be fought.
You feel your wings spread out on the grass, and as you lay down a shiver of pleasure runs from your groan up to your head. You moan, you voice soft and feminine, so high and sweet. The male fairy works his way down your body, kissing the nipples on each of you breasts.
All you can do is stare up into the blue sky, the other fairies flying around, and you are starting to feel a kinship to them. As the male fairy works his way down, more and more of your mind starts to change.
Memories of your human life start to slowly fade, you grab for them, holding them, but just like sand you feel them slipping out your grasp. When you stop actively trying to remember your old memories, memories of being a fairy and being female flood over you, soothing you, and making you feel so happy.
You feel something hard and long touching your inner thigh, and the last of your human male awareness looks down over your pert breasts towards where your male fairy lover is slowly starting to approach your new vagina with his rod.
You feel a panic well up in you, and as if by magic, you know that if you allow him to do this, any chance of you fighting this magic, any last bit of fight – will be lost.