Finally crawling out of her pant leg, Janet looks over at the shoes, still emanating their pink glow. Slowly, she approaches them, picks them up, and stares at them. "They do look pretty." She said. Despite what they had just done to her, she still felt compelled to wear them. She slipped the floral footwear over her feet and laced up the vines. "They're very comfortable;" she said, posing and looking at them from multiple angles; "I could get used to them."
Janet was so focused on the shoes, she neither cared that she was naked, nor did she notice the pink glow slowly travelling up her legs and spreading throughout her body. She began prancing around, not knowing her skin was starting to sparkle and the skin of her back, as well as her ears, beginning to stretch out. She giggled uncontrollably, as she started leaping into the air, muscles in her back twitching the ever stretching and thinning membranes, keeping her aloft for longer periods as they started turning more vibrant colors.
Janet let out a joyous squeal, the pink aura surrounding her shattering into a burst of sparkles. She finally recomposed herself and saw her reflection in the mirror. She was hovering in midair, giant, multicolored butterfly wings gently beating behind her. Janet was awestruck as she focused on the wings, still not quite registering the pointed-eared, winged person fluttering before her was herself yet; especially considering the scene behind her was that of a magical forest where other fairies danced and played.
Janet reached out her hand to touch the mirror, and as the fairy mimicked her...