The fairy dodges your swing. You try again, but the fairy flies above your head outside your reach. The fairy starts giggling again, harder this time. You hop into the air and, as she’s distracted by her laughter, manage to catch her legs by your thumb and forefinger.
As she struggles in your grip, frantically beating her wings you give her a shake and say, “Now, are you going to change me back, or would you rather I rip your wings out?”
“Well, looks like someone needs to be brought down a peg.” She loosed another plume of golden dust at you, causing another coughing fit and releasing the fairy from your grip.
Your body starts tingling again, and your clothes suddenly start to feel much looser than before. You feel your body compressing and mass evaporating as your clothes quickly engulf you.
Once you stop shrinking, you fumble about inside your clothes until you manage to peek out your shirt collar. The fairy was there, standing before you. You noticed you had become the same height as her. Her wings were dragonfly like and at rest, fell all the way down to her ankles. Her skin was not unlike human skin, but had a golden glow to it, like the dust she used on you. She was completely nude, save for patches of pink flower petals covering her private areas.
Her face was rounded and had a tiny nose, eyes that were as solid pink crystals framed in green eye shadow and pouty, ruby red lips. Long ears that tapered to a point, and antennae that curled at the ends poked out of shoulder length pink hair.
If you weren’t so angry with her, you’d say she was beautiful. “You know,” She says, leaning over and looking at you square in the face, “I think you’re even cuter at this size.”