Okay, he could live with that

The light made the ethereal, almost iridescent shape of the wing protruding from under the exposed back of his blouse sparkle like-

Well, actually, Kelly supposed it WAS fairy dust.

Poppy grabbed his hand, turning him towards the mirror across the room. “Behold your true blue self, Kelly. Tada!”

Kelly’s eyes widened. He had wings. Admittedly, them looking like butterfly wings and looking delicate and effeminate wasn’t exactly what he’d hoped for, but seeing them move when he could feel the motion in his shoulder blades was both surreal and exciting.

Combined with the rest of his appearance, though, it almost didn’t feel like he’d simply grown wings. It was like he was someone else entirely, a blonde fairy girl with bright eyes and pink lips.

Kelly glanced down to his exposed legs and made a face. How was he supposed to fly in a skirt like this? The lilac petals of the tulip stopped short over his thighs, one slip up from exposing his borrowed underwear.

He couldn’t ASK that, though. After all, the narrative was the Kelly had just lost her wings, not never had any to begin with.

The feeling of the redhead’s hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his stupor.

“Well, Kelly.” Wendy gave him a thumbs up. “How about you give them a try?”