What awaits you outside the locker room is enough to make you blush. Today's activity appears to be a game of beach volleyball-- minus the sand, of course, but with all the participants just as scantily clad. The girls call you over to join them, but... you can't bring yourself to do it. As you stand there, watching their newly inflated breasts jiggle with each jump and each spike, you look down at your own new body and feel... well... dirty.
This isn't right, you tell yourself. This is a school, for crying out loud! These aren't porn stars-- they're my classmates! And... ME! I'm a guy, not a girl! I'm supposed to have a... a... big... throbbing... cock...
The girls stop playing briefly and glance over in your direction, letting out a few playful giggles. At that instant, you realize what it is they find so amusing; you look down to find that, without even realizing you were doing it, you have slid your hand into your panties and begun rubbing yourself once more, this time in full view of everyone. Feeling a sudden intense embarrassment, you rush back into the locker room.
"Alright! Come on out!" you shout out to the seemingly empty locker room. "I know you're here somewhere! I want to see you right now! You and I have some serious talking to do!"
"You rang?" says the fairy, reappearing on top of the lockers beside you.
"You! I demand you change everything back to the way it was! It doesn't matter if everyone else thinks this is all normal. It's still degrading and perverted!"
"Well, how's that for gratitude?" replies the fairy, mildly insulted. "You wished for things to be more interesting, and I granted it. I changed the rules, and your classmates, and even you, all to allow you to loosen up and live out whatever wild erotic fantasies you could possibly have. And this is what I get in return? 'Degrading' and 'perverted'?"
"Listen, I'm sorry," you say, trying to defuse the situation. "I just don't think this is appropriate. I think it would be best if you could please just change everything back."
"A-ha!" says the fairy. "That's your problem right there. You THINK this is 'inappropriate'. You THINK changing everything back is best. Honey, you're doing way too much thinking for your own good. That's why you can't just relax and have fun with this. You're still fighting my changes. I didn't think I'd have to do this, but... I see now, it's the only way you're going to realize what a fantastic opportunity you've been given."
Your heart begins to flutter. "Wait... what? You didn't think you'd have to do what, exactly?"
"Well, it's quite obvious," explains the fairy, "that that pesky mind of yours is getting in the way of you having a really amazing experience. Luckily, I can change that. All I have to do is trim a few of those excess IQ points off of you, and shift around some things. Don't worry, you won't feel a thing."
"No, wait, I--!" you begin to protest. But it's all in vain; she has already released another cloud of magic dust over you. You blink a few times, your mind suddenly vacant, and then you look up at her once more. "Um... like, what was I saying again? I, like, totally forgot..."
The fairy snickers. "You were telling me how horny you were."
"Oooh yeah, that's right," you seem to recall. "Hehe! Ohmygod, I'm so, like, super horny right now!" Once more you are seized with the uncontrollable urge to stroke yourself. As you begin to rub your own clit, the vaguest of feelings comes over you-- that this is all somehow wrong. For the moment, you stop.
"Is something the matter?" asks the fairy.
The feeling passes. "Hmmm... like, I guess not!" Now you lower your shorts and pull your thong to one side, exposing your engorged pink slit for resumed masturbation. "Hehe! Wow, my pussy's, like, super wet right now! Hehehe!"