Shake the jar

A smile briefly flashes across your face, a certain amount of sadism showing, and you start to gently shake the jar. The fairy is thrown into the roof and floor of the glass repeatedly, a cry of pain on her mouth even though no sound escapes. Still, you continue for some unknown reason, constantly bashing the small woman against the rough glass.

After a few seconds of this ****, the fairy's hair shifts in shade, turning into a bright, fiery red. Her mouth has morphed from one of pain to one of anger, though you don't see it often as it's rarely not in motion within the enclosed space. Eventually something else starts to change, the jar heating up slightly, as the fairy starts to expel bright red sparks from her hands and hair. None of the sparks make it through the glass, at least initially, but soon after a few start to escape, and one lands directly onto your hand, causing a shock of intense pain as your reflexes cause you to instinctively drop the jar, which shatters into shards on the ground.

"What... the... fuck... is wrong with you?" comes a high-pitched shout from where the jar shattered on the ground, a small figure emerging to stand on one of the largest pieces of glass. "At first I was so excited you found me, but now, I wish I'd been stuck in there for another hundred years." Her wings start to flutter, and after a few seconds of composing herself, she lifts off the ground and moves to hover in front of your stunned face. When she does, you realize that she's not wearing small green clothing- her nipples and pussy walls actually are a bright green, and in reality she's completely nude. Her breasts are small, even for her, nothing more than a pair of small protrusions extending from her chest.

You don't have time to think about this, however, as she slaps you on the cheek, a magically enhanced blow that causes you to visibly recoil, sparks spreading across your skin and down your body. They quickly slide downwards, concentrating into your feet, and before your eyes they start to vanish, the skin literally compressing in on itself upwards. Within seconds you lose your balance and fall to the ground, fortunately avoiding the glass, but your legs literally curl up and vanish, leaving you wearing simply an empty pair of leather pants. Hardly caring, you pull them off, and it reveals that you still have your groin, but everything below your thighs is simply gone, forming a smooth curve from your lower body.

"Ah, good, my magic is working," comes a singsong voice from high above you. "I thought I'd bring you down a peg, try and teach you a lesson." As she speaks, the fairy flits around your head, clearly showing off her new mobility. "I'm reasonable, though, so I'll make you a deal. There's a pool of water in the next room, just behind that metal door. You crawl your way over there and apologize, and I'll give you legs back."