Meeting the one who turned you

With a sigh you turn around to enter the store when suddenly a girl runs towards you and throws herself around you, hugging you tightly. She is a drop-dead gorgeous, but so short that you would be surprised if she were even reaching 5 feet.

Hesitantly you hug her back and are surprised to feel her body shaking in sobs. With tears in her big puppy eyes, she looks up. "I am soooo sorry! Please, you must forgive me! I never wanted you to get ****! I am sorry!"

Perplexed you look down at her. Guess you found that evil bastard witch that turned your life into a nightmare. And now you have to comfort her.

Lightly stroking her back you guide her over to a sitting area. "It’s okay. Really. It’s over and I can't even say that I hated every bit of the ****. Sure, I'd rather not have it again, but it could have been worse I think."

"Still, it shouldn't happen.", her sobs fade a bit, but she still holds your arm. "I should have been more careful , it’s all my fault." She looks so miserable and sorry that you can't help but stroke her hair. "Calm down. You are here now, and we can sort this whole mess out. Why don’t you start by telling me who you are?"

The petit beauty next to you rubs a tear from her eye and looks up to you. "My name is Felurian, Feli for short. But what you really meant was probably: What are you?", she makes eye contact and you can't help but notice her beautiful green iris with playful golden sparkles. "Well, as unbelievably as it may sound to you: I am a fea! Or fairy if you are more comfortable with that."

"Oh, so you are not a witch?", you ask with honest surprise.

"A WITCH?", obviously you said the wrong thing because the little beauty seems furious about your question. "I surely am not some old, warted, ugly, herb-bitch. Fea are noble creatures of far superior magic." Sulking she turns away while crossing her arms, which does amazing things to her breasts, but her bubbly personality is incapable of being angry with you for long. Soon she turns back around and holds your arm again.

"I am sorry Feli, I didn't mean to anger you.", your tone is apologetic, and you can just barely catch your hand before you stroke her hair. 'You are supposed to be angry at her!', you remind yourself. Quickly to distract yourself from her, you ask another question. "So, could you tell me why you used your 'far superior magic' to turn me into a girl? Have I done anything to you or your kin?"

"Well, I didn't really turn you, it was merely some kind of... side effect is the right word, I think. You see, magic is never without a cost. And with fea magic in particular the cost for some spells can be the creation of a life. Maybe you have heard of old myths of fairys stealing a mother’s child or the tale of the changelings. It’s all related to our magic. And in this case, when I cast my spell, the free magic has chosen you as the mother to be so that the bill is settled." She is talking quietly and a bit ashamed of herself.

Normally her words wouldn't have raised your suspicion, but the moment she speaks about her spell you can see her ear flushing red and her voice trembling a tiny bit. Curiosity gets a hold of you. "Your spell? So, what exactly do I have to pay the price for?" Immediately you know that you have found what Feli would rather keep hidden. She blushes bright red and tries to duck behind your arm. "Nothing in particular. Let's talk about how we-" "No", you interrupt her. "Don't be coy, what was it?" She is silent for a moment. Finally, the head crimson in color, she murmurs: "I- i wished my breasts to be bigger."

Blankly you stare at her. Then at her tits, which were indeed of a particular nice size, and back at her face. Finally, hysterical laughter erupts from the depths of your soul as all the stress of the last days manifests in a massive laughter. People passing by are staring at you, but you hardly notice them as tears flood your eyes and your sparsely dressed boobs jump on your chest in the heaves of laughter. Feli next to you seems like she wants a hole to open up and swallow her so gravely ashamed is she. Humiliated she tries to hide behind her hands while your laughter creases to a giggling fit.

It takes a while until you have gathered yourself enough to make conversation again, but you feel how laughing like that eased a lot of the tension you felt. Some soothing words later Feli is calm enough again to work on a solution.