Godmother to the rescue!

There was a puff of smoke, and the fairy godmother appeared before Dafne.

"Hello my dear? Do you have something to say?" She asked?

The fairy godmother expected Dafne to say she'd learned her lesson: that she would never be so arrogant and vain again. Then the lesson would be over, she restore Dafne's perfect figure and clothes, and they would be done.

But, it was not to be. Instead Dafne exploded in rage. Still stuck in the window she flailed her helpless fists wildly as she screamed.

"You stupid ugly bitch! Get me out of here and give me my perfect body back! I'll wring your fucking neck you old hag!"

The fairy godmother blinked in surprise. Then her little old brow furrowed.

"Fine." She huffed. "I can see you have a lot more to learn. So, I won't help you at all! In fact, I might just have to teach you a bigger lesson..."