Ask for a change of clothes

Somewhat aware of the lingering yellow spores that cling to the leather of your shirt, you look down at yourself before replying to the fairy. "Actually, just a thought, but could you make me a new set of clothes, or even just clean these?"

The fairy's eyes light up, and she starts to cheer and clap, the tiny sounds reverberating in the small, metal room. "Fashion show! Yay!" You try to respond that you'd prefer the clothes to be functional rather than visually attractive, but the fairy's pure excitement overwhelms you, and you decide to give in. Moving across the room, you stand by the mirror in order to get a better view of yourself, and strip out of the leather shirt and pants that you've been wearing since your journey began. You're left completely naked, but for whatever reason you're not too conscious of that fact, strangely comfortable in front of the fairy.

Nodding to Radella that you're ready, she claps her hands together and flutters over near your chest. "Nice breasts! Let's start with some underwear. What are you thinking, lace? Latex? I can do it all."

With some hesitation, you simply reply that Radella can make what she wants, and she claps her hands again, this time sending out some magical power in the form of sparks. They envelop your breasts and groin, settling into a firm but light fabric, bright red in color. Lace frills decorate the edges, and they feel not only comfortable but also rather sturdy. You turn to tell the fairy that these are good, but she shakes her head and just says, "Let's have a few more sweetie, I'm not done yet!"

Another clap, more sparks, and now you're left wearing a tight, yellow latex bra and matching yellow panties. Though they feel stronger than the last set, they also cling to your skin, clearly displaying the outline of your nipples and labia. You shake your head at the fairy, and while she's slightly dejected, she still moves on to the next set.

This time, the fabric almost seems to shrink, and holes open up in the material. Suddenly, your skin is much more exposed, as the underwear shrinks into a fishnet pattern, tiny strings crisscrossing against the skin almost without covering anything. "Isn't it cute?" the fairy asks, clearly admiring her handiwork. The black fishnet is rather flattering, but it doesn't actually cover anything, and you politely ask Radella to go back to the first set. She obliges, and a few seconds later you're again wearing the light but firm fabric, some small lace frills the fairy's only decoration.