You look at the door you exited from; as you resolve in your mind that you will not pass back trough it again, the door itself vanishes with no tunnel to be seen beyond it and the tightly woven roots and vines that made up the frame loosened and sank into the ground.
“Please, make me a fairy!” you say as you close your eyes. “I want to be a fairy!” Your declaration more adamant than anything you’ve ever said in your life. You start to feel a new sensation build up inside of you, already you feel yourself changing. “I AM a fairy!” You shout; this time, the voice speaking was young and feminine.
A wave of energy slowly flows through your body, erasing facial and body hair in the process as well as effecting other changes to your body. Your face starts to develop softer edges and your hair grows ever so slightly longer, barely reaching your shoulders, if that. You feel your ears grow outward and sharpen. Your shoulders and waist narrow as your arms thin. Small A-cup breasts bud out from your chest as your manhood vanishes completely leaving a tiny slit behind. Finally, your legs thin slightly.
You collapse onto your knees as you feel your back muscles rearrange. Soon, you experience a slow tugging on your back. Instinctively, you know it’s your wings. Slowly they lengthen and expand; the sensation is painful, yet at the same time, it feels good.
Once the wings finish growing, and the numbness recedes, you stand back up to see that the fairies have brought a mirror before you. The first thing you notice is that your clothes have changed into the style of the other fairies.
Your shirt was now sleeveless with a loose turtleneck tied with an orange ribbon. It had two layers to it, the first reaching just below your chest, the second falling to your hips. Your shorts were puffed; the cuffs ended just above the knee and were tied with more orange ribbons and underneath.
You then notice how youthful you’ve become for someone who was in his, or her late teens. “Was I de-aged or something.”
“Nope.” The pink-haired fairy said. “This is how a fairy of your age normally looks. I’m Stargazer, by the way.”
“Oh, I’m…” Before you can say your name, it occurs to you that it no longer fits you as a fairy. “Call me… Goldenrod.”
“It’s very pretty.” A somewhat shy voice to your left says. It belongs to a fairy with long light-orange hair with matching eyes. Her dress was strapless and fell to her knees. She wore a small necklace with a huge pink sphere hanging from it. Her wrists had light-orange ribbons fringed with the translucent fabric. She appears to be a year or two younger than you, judging by your own age and appearance. “I’m tulip.” She adds.
“Why, thank you Tulip!” You feel something special about this girl.
“Do you…” she starts nervously. “Do you want to fly with me?”
“Sure.” You respond.
Tulip’s face lights up with a smile. “Great! I know just the place to take you, follow me.”
Tulip flutters off and, without thinking; you too, are flying right behind her. “I can’t believe it!” you say to yourself. “I’m really flying! This is incredible!” you shout before giggling with pure delight.