Helpful Pixie

 "Holy shit my ass is huge!" Alan gasped peeling his suddenly much too tight jeans down "And is that a thong?"

"Of course it's a thong," the mischievous pixie giggled "you don't don't want VPL do you?"

Alan bit back his angry retort. Since the miniature flying woman had followed him home a few days ago he'd learned to hard way that yelling at here didn't help. She seemed fixated on the idea of "helping" him.

 Dispite his objections, protests and outright pleading his body had grown steadily more feminine thanks to her magic. He even had a small but noticeable pair of breasts now thanks to an off handed remark about the fit of his shirt. 

"I don't want to wear panties at all," Alan insisted  fighting to keep his voice level "I'm a man damn it!"

"Ooh sweetie you might want to check again on that," the pixie teased, colourful wings quivering with amusement "You're looking pretty girlie to me. True you do still have that silly little cock but one more sprinkle of pixie dust will soon deal with that!"