Fairly normal Encounter (Double Fairy TG)

The world was going full monster-girl mode lately. Titania had tried to ignore it at first. After all, humans were always doing weird stuff whenever you pause to check. But even she had to admit, it was starting to get ridiculous.

“Okay, so,” she muttered to herself, lounging around in her mossy throne, three arms dangling off the sides, one of them head in hand, “Dragon girls? Sure, whatever. That's classic. Big wings, big horns, big boobs. People love that.” She rolled her head onto her other side and sighed. “And then that kaiju-lamia-medusa thing? Like, what even was that? A thirty-foot tall snake woman with city-crushing thighs and a gaze that turns everyone she looks at into stuff? That’s not even practical!”

The throne room was mostly empty, save for a pair of probably too overly loyal guards standing dutifully at the base of her dais. They didn’t say anything. They never did. But they knew that when their queen got fidgety, something was about to happen.

“And still,” she grumbled, poking a little puffball mushroom beside her throne, “not one fairy girl. Not a single one. No wings, no sparkles, no wholesome mischief, nothing.” She flipped herself upright in a huff. “It’s honestly kind of rude. Like, what? Are we not trendy enough? Too cute? Not enough scales? Too many hands? I know all about the differences! I used to be human! Aaaarg…”

She stood, brushing imaginary dust off her fancy skirt, and cleared her throat. Royal time.

“Guards,” she said in her best elegant, echoing voice, hands gracefully folded, chin high. “I shall be taking my leave from the palace for a short while. The forest calls, and I must answer. There are… matters to investigate.”

“As you wish, your majesty!” The guards bowed dutifully. Although honestly, they were probably thrilled to have a break.

Titania fluttered out through the high-vine windows of the throne room, spiraling into the cool green of the fairywood forest. Once out of earshot, she exhaled dramatically and relaxed her shoulders.

“Ugh, I hate talking like that,” she mumbled, stretching all four arms at once. “Sounds like I’ve got a stick up every one of my wings.”

…

The forest was her domain, sure, but that didn’t mean she had a plan.

“Okay, so say I do find some humans,” she thought, bobbing lazily with her usual heavy bouncyness through shafts of sunlight. “What, I just go, ‘Hey, want to be a fairy?’ and hope they say yes? Not exactly regal. Not even subtle.”

She plucked a glowing berry off a nearby bush and munched it thoughtfully. Sweet. Sparkly. Full of questionable pollen. “Ughhh… maybe I should’ve brought a script or something…”

And then, as if summoned by narrative convenience, there they were. Two humans. Two guys, actually, stumbling their way through the underbrush. They looked out of breath, wide-eyed, and definitely not local.

Titania’s wings froze. The boys froze. It was a three-way freeze-off.

One of them whispered, “Dude. I think that’s a…”

She snapped upright and smoothed her skirt as fast as a four-armed being could. Maybe making her boobs bounce just a little too much. Her face turned serene. Ethereal glow: on. Queen mode: activated.

“Well, well,” she said, voice like windchimes dipped in honey. “What are two lonely boys doing so deep in Fairydwell Forest?”

The two boys blinked at her. One was tall and wiry with a fluffy head of brown curls, the other a bit stockier with big glasses and a backpack full of what looked like questionable survival gear. They were clearly not prepared to meet royalty.

“W-we came to find some monster girls,” the curly-haired one stammered. “Are you... per chance...?”

Titania tilted her head, wings glimmering softly behind her. Okay. She could work with that.

“Indeed~” she purred, her voice delicate and regal. “I am the fairy queen Titania, and I rule over a significant section of this forest. Not to mention the stretch of land you currently stand on.”

That got their attention. Glasses Boy went pale.

“Oh no. Are we in trouble?”

“Not,” Titania replied, giving a benevolent little smile, “as long as you dare to be honest with me.”

She took a slow, elegant step forward, her bare feet barely touching the moss.

“So tell me, boys. What sort of monster girls are you looking for?”

The curly-haired one opened his mouth, but before he could get a word out, Glasses Boy blurted:

“F-fairies, obviously.” He shivered, avoiding eye contact like it burned. “Fairies are the greatest and we wanted to see if we could find some.”

Titania blinked.

Oh, that was definitely a lie.

She could feel it, little ripples of hesitation and panic thoughts practically screaming “say something believable!” She almost giggled.

But instead, she smiled sweetly.

“I see. And when you meet some of my cute subordinates, then what would you do?”

Curly gave an awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, we heard that monster girls sometimes have the ability to, uh, turn people into monster girls. And so we thought... you know... maybe they could turn us too?”

“And,” added Glasses quickly, “just seeing a fairy village would be awesome! Like, seriously, that would be amazing.”

“Yeah,” Curly said, nodding rapidly. “Naturally, we didn’t think we would meet... you know... the queen.”

Titania gave them both the most gracious, gentle smile she could muster. One that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“How curious,” she cooed, her voice dripping with fake compassion. “I think I can grant all of your wishes. Would you like me to do that?”

They hesitated.

“All you need to do,” she added, “is tell me your names.”

The two boys glanced at each other, clearly thinking that this was some kind of magical formality. Which, technically, it was.

“Eliot,” said Curly, nodding with sudden enthusiasm.

“Ravos,” said Glasses, puffing out his chest in an attempt at confidence.

Titania’s smile widened ever so slightly.

Gotcha.

“Wonderful~” she purred, eyes gleaming. “It is a pleasure to meet you both.”

She turned smoothly, the moss whispering beneath her feet.

“Now then,” she said, wings unfurling, “follow me.”

And they did. Of course they did.

Because with names spoken under fairy rule, wishes whispered in the queen’s presence, and their eager little hopes bared like a gift... the contract was sealed.

Finally Titania felt like she could talk like a normal person again. Although there wasn't much to say now that everything was in place.

Titania led the way, gliding a few inches above the mossy ground. Behind her, Eliot and Ravos walked with a nervous shuffle, still unsure if they’d been blessed or doomed. The forest welcomed them with a soft breeze and glittery shafts of sunlight, filtering down through the canopy like nature’s mood lighting.

They were quiet for a bit. She didn’t mind. Just letting the magic sink in and do its work.

But after a few minutes, the tension began to loosen.

“…So, uh,” Eliot mumbled, “what do you think normal fairies are like? You know, the ones that aren’t royalty?”

Ravos adjusted his backpack, now sagging awkwardly on his slightly narrower shoulders. “I bet they’re tiny and giggly and wear glitter like armor.”

Eliot snorted. “Maybe they build houses in mushrooms. Or hollow out acorns and live in those.”

“Or ride squirrels.”

“Okay that’s adorable.”

Titania said nothing. She just listened, floating along with her wings humming faintly. They didn’t notice that the path beneath them glowed just slightly with each step. Or that the trees were leaning inward, listening too.

Eliot scratched the back of his head, his arm looked just a little slimmer now, like someone had trimmed a few inches off the bulk. Ravos’s jacket hung looser than before.

Waist narrowed slightly. Faces softened.

Neither of them seemed to notice.

Titania certainly did. Hmm. The way Eliot’s jawline’s already smoothing out… Ravos is losing that little chin fuzz. I can tell, they will be cute.

They kept chatting.

“Do you think fairy villages are like… just tiny cottages and flower beds?” Ravos asked.

“Probably,” Eliot said, nodding. “But, like, super aesthetic. Everything symmetrical. No chimneys, just petals that open when you want them to.”

“And maybe like a tree in the middle of the village that sings or something?”

“Oh my god yes. Like a musical library tree.”

Titania glanced back briefly. Their strides were lighter now, Eliot’s gait had a soft sway to it. Ravos’s backpack bounced a little more than it should have, and it wasn’t because of supplies.

Their figures were changing.

Slowly.

Gracefully.

Volume was starting to build around their hips. Waistlines dipped just a little, just enough to start drawing attention to how differently their silhouettes moved now. Eliot’s shirt, once a pretty straight fit, now tugged slightly across the chest, creasing right above a very subtle curve that hadn’t been there before. Ravos’s pants were sagging more than they should’ve, mostly because he now had a distinctly different waist-to-hip ratio.

Again, neither of them had noticed.

Titania watched, eyes twinkling with mischief and pride.

They’re so busy imagining fairy cottages, they haven’t realized they’re turning into the kind of people who’d build them.

As they walked deeper into the woods, the conversation took a turn.

“I mean,” Eliot said, glancing around at the glowing moss and giggling leaves, “fairies are kinda... amazing, right?”

“Oh totally,” Ravos agreed. “This whole place… is magic. Like actual magic. Literal magic. And, like, the queen’s just walking us in like it’s nothing.”

“Right?” Eliot’s voice was higher now, light and airy, like it had lost a bit of weight along with his frame. “She probably could’ve turned us into frogs or told us to leave, but nooo. She’s giving us, like, the deluxe package.”

Ravos beamed, clearly agreeing. “Fairies are honestly kind of the best.”

Titania giggled, one of her hands held before her mouth in mischief. “I do assume that you two like our little magical tour a bit more than the prospect of being turned into frogs, right?”

"Definitely!" Both replied in unison.

That’s when it really started happening.

Their bodies bloomed like enchanted flowers.

Hips flared out in a sudden, smooth motion, enough to give both of them a little wobble in their step. Their pants clung for dear life before giving up entirely, shifting seamlessly into soft, flowing skirts woven from strands of petal-like fabric. Not too sheer, but definitely ethereal.

And their chests, what had started as the softest swelling before, now surged forward into full, heavy curves that bounced slightly with every step. Ravos blinked down at himself in surprise, gave a tiny giggle, and kept walking. Eliot looked down too, gave a quick “oh wow,” and shrugged like it was just another Tuesday.

Their faces grew softer. Sharper. Prettier. Eyelashes curled on their own. Lips plumped. Cheekbones rose like carved perfection. Their hair flowed downward in shimmering waves, Eliot’s brown curls lengthening into a glossy chestnut waterfall, while Ravos’s black strands fluttered into silky ink that reached his lower back. Natural, effortless beauty.

Their old clothes shifted and shimmered, melting into something clearly not from any human closet. Eliot’s new look involved layered gossamer with little floating petals, while Ravos ended up in something more leaf-and-vine, hugging his waist with magical modesty. And as they would let out a silent but delighted moan, she knew that both of them were no longer men in every sense of the word. 

Titania couldn’t help herself.

She let out a warm, amused chuckle. “But you got one thing right. Of course fairies are the best,” she said, floating backward to glance at them both. “We’ve always been the best.”

They both lit up at the sound of her voice.

“Totally,” Eliot said, beaming. “Honestly, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I feel like I’ve always wanted this,” Ravos agreed. “I just didn’t know it yet.”

They were giddy now. Sparkling.

“But, like, do you think they need help in the village?” Eliot asked, twirling a strand of her hair.

“I bet we could do something important,” Ravos added. “Like gathering nectar, or decorating homes, or helping new fairies settle in!”

Titania’s wings gave a proud shimmer.

And right on cue, something rippled through the air, soft as a kiss and just as sweet.

From Eliot’s back, two translucent, glowing wings unfurled, stretching wide before fluttering gently like they’d always been there. Ravos gasped as hers followed a moment later, thinner and even more glittery, like spun sugar caught in sunlight.

Their ears elongated, narrowing into graceful points. Sparkles danced along their skin. And just like that… they weren’t “almost fairies” anymore.

They just were a pair of cute fairies. 

Titania slowed, hovering in a graceful spin to get a good look at her new creations. Beautiful and cute. And buzzing with fresh devotion.

Perfect, she thought, pride swelling in her chest. They’ll do nicely.

The trees opened into a wide, sun-dappled clearing, with soft moss underfoot, ringed with towering wildflowers and a gentle stream trickling through the center like it had been waiting there the whole time.

Eliot and Ravos gasped in unison.

“This is it,” Eliot whispered, wings fluttering with excitement. “This is so it.”

“It’s perfect,” Ravos agreed, already floating a few inches off the ground and spinning in a happy little circle. “You could totally build a village here. Right by the stream. Maybe with bridges made of vines. And flower lanterns hanging from the trees!”

Titania smiled, landing lightly at the edge of the clearing. She didn’t even have to say it. The moment had taken care of itself.

The girls… no, the fairies… turned to her with wide eyes, glowing with purpose.

“Thank you for bringing us here,” Eliot said, curtsying with only a slight bounce in her generous chest.

“Seriously,” Ravos added, her voice airy and soft but laced with conviction. “We’ll get started right away. We’ll make it beautiful. And welcoming.”

“And obviously,” Eliot said with a little giggle, “if anyone stumbles in here, we’ll totally make sure they’re fairy material.”

“Oh yeah,” Ravos chimed in, wings sparkling behind her. “Like, how could we not? It’s the right thing to do. Like a good fairy would.”

Titania gave them a slow, satisfied nod, folding all four arms behind her back.

Exactly as planned.

They were beautiful. Busty. Bright-eyed. Their curvy new forms practically hummed with magical energy. And most importantly, they were happy.

She hadn’t erased anything. No memory tampering. No hard rewrites. They still remembered who they were. What they wanted. They’d just been... nudged. Tilted gently toward fairyhood with a few ideas: loyalty, joy, purpose. That being a fairy wasn’t just good… it was right.

Titania turned away, wings lifting her into the soft breeze above the treetops.

“They each met one other fairy,” she thought, glancing down with a grin. “Entered the fairy village. Became monster girls. Helping build it. Helping grow it. That fulfilled all of their demands~”

She hovered there for a moment, watching them giggle and twirl and immediately start gathering leaves like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Yeah, she thought, smug and glowing. They’re gonna do great.

And with that, the fairy queen vanished into the trees. 

Having granted the wishes of humans in the most fairy way possible, like any good fairy queen would.

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How come humans turn into anything but fairies these days? I need to personally change that!