You wake up in a bed and roll onto your back. Your hand brushes up against something with the texture of an insect’s wing. A feminine moan sounded out next to you; you turn to see a young woman rising from underneath the covers, protruding from her back were four thin sheets that spread and stiffened into broad, rigid wings that filtered the morning sunlight shining through the window into a dazzling array of color.
As you stare in awe, the events of last night came back to you. Looking down, you see you’re still in the female body the fairy gave you. After stretching out, the fairy asks, “Sleep well?”
“Uh, yeah; I guess so.” You answer.
“Well, let’s get dressed and have breakfast, ‘cause hopefully, you’ll be going home.”
“Uh, one thing first…” you say sheepishly, “where do you… relieve yourself?”
One nervous session with a waste consuming pitcher plant later, and you put your clothes from yesterday back on.
At the kitchen table, the fairy offers you a small bowl of rather large looking blueberries the size of tangerines and an amber-colored drink; she, on the other hand, had a bowl of something resembling golden colored crystals, yet were clearly some kind of berries.
After looking at the fairy eating one you ask, “Can I try one?”
“Not unless you want to stay here forever.” She answers. "This is fairy food, cultivated with fairy magic specifically to our own needs. Humans who've eaten this stuff generally find themselves sprouting fairy wings, if you catch my drift."
You did. Picking up a blueberry and taking a bite, your eyes go back to her wings. “Well, I don’t know about staying here forever,” you begin, “but… I don’t know, maybe I wouldn’t mind sprouting fairy wings.”
“Really?” The fairy answers with a puzzled expression.
You take a gulp of the amber drink, which tasted like honey, but thin, like milk. “Yeah, I mean, it’ll help me blend in a bit more, plus you wouldn’t need to carry me everywhere; and besides, it might be fun. You wouldn’t happen to be able to do that, would you?”