Wendy's immediate reaction once she stopped screaming was to quiet down, other than heavy panting that came with the territory of things. But then, she got another look at herself - or perhaps, himself - in the mirror. And instantly things switched from panicked thoughts to devious ones.
"Hm. . . Maybe this stuff ain't so bad. . . ."
After all, there had to be something in that case to reverse this, right? Besides, Wendy seemed to stumble into this magic stuff a lot over the years, and it always worked itself out in the end.
"Heh, okay. . ." The bluetip, the now male bluetip, moved over into a more convenient way of sitting in the grass, getting to working things out.
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