“That will have to wait until tomorrow;” the fairy said, “the hour is late, we’ll sleep at my house, tonight.”
“Fair enough, I suppose.”
Soon, the fairy led you to one of the entryways embedded within a tree. “This is the place.” She said before opening the door, and ushering you inside. With a wave of her hand, the lights came on. They came from blossoming flowers resembling candelabras and chandeliers. “Home, sweet home; as your kind would say.”
The house is furnished in something of a 1900’s manner, bookshelves, chairs and a couch encircling a sitting room; no TV, of course. An area that looks to be a kitchen, and some curtains made of a sheer fabric covering the windows. The fairy entered a different set of curtains; these were made of woven together flower petals and seemed to act as doors. A full-length mirror in the room reminded you that you were still a girl, and nude.
“If it’s all the same to you, you’ll have to remain a girl for now. Here, you can wear this,” the fairy said, exiting one of the rooms, carrying a negligee, “I have a spare.”
You sigh as you take the sheer nightgown. “Must I?”
“It’s just to avoid having to recast it at a moment’s notice. Being caught with a human male in my bed would be big trouble.”
“Your bed?”
”Yes, you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.” The fairy said, having re-entered the other room, which, judging by a glimpse of a bed you saw, was the bedroom. “It’s in both our best interest that we stick close by. Don’t worry, my bed’s big enough.”
You slip on the nightgown, however, the material was so sheer, it left little to the imagination. Taking a good look at your female body, at least you could say you were pretty hot. “I could look worse, I suppose.” You say to yourself. “Just don’t try any funny stuff.” You say to the fairy.
“Funny stuff?” The fairy said, unfamiliar with that turn of phrase.
“Hanky panky, taking advantage of me.”
“…Oh… you mean… intimacy. Um… well… not unless you want to… I mean… um… I won’t… do those things… you don’t want me to do. …The hanky… stuff.” The fairy cleared her throat. “Uh… You can… come in, now. Uh… I’m dressed.”
You enter the bedroom to see she used the term “dressed” loosely, as her nightgown was as sheer as yours. Her wings were folded neatly behind her back, and draped down as gracefully as her negligee. She climbs into a bed with sheets of a silken material, and you follow her. With your backs to each other, the fairy waves her hand and the illuminated flower buds close, dousing their lights.
“Good night.” The fairy said.
“You, too.” You reply.