“Maybe we can try changing me into a fairy?” Amanda asked.
“Sure thing!” I answered. “I wish for Amanda to turn into a fairy.”
Amanda’s skin developed a subtle sparkle as her ears grew long and turned outward. She then doubled over as her back began to bulge in four spots around her shoulder blades. The half pained, half pleasurable moaning during the bulging gave way to a similar sounding shout at the sudden breaching of her back as her wings pushed forth. They were as thin sheets of crystal, with a pink hue at the pointed tips fading to clear midway down.
The moaning resumed, louder this time, as her wings grew. When they finally finished, they went slack, draping over her back and on the tabletop. As Amanda regained her composure, she stood up, slowly spread her wings and stared at them with a beaming expression. They were long and somewhat broad, the span looking to be as wide as my spread out hand from the tips of my thumb and pinky.
Amanda wasted no time in fluttering her new wings. She took off from the tabletop, a pinkish glow trailing her; flying up and down the aisles of bookshelves emitting a high pitched giggling. She soon returned to where I was and flew several laps around me before stopping right at eye level with me, her still nude body on full display. “This is so amazing!” She shouted; she was definitely getting a kick out of it. “You really ought to try it!”
“Huh?” I said.
“Go ahead, turn yourself into a fairy, too; it’s incredible! I swear you won’t regret it; even the transformation feels good!”
Me, turn myself into a fairy? Amanda was certainly enthusiastic about it. Plus, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a certain attraction to fairies, if you catch my drift.