The monk yelped out in surprise as a wave of pixies began to whirl around her like a miniature dust-devil, and she instinctively tried to cover her face and protect herself from the swarm's assault... but all that really did was give her a much clearer view of her arms shrinking, her gender-changing bracelet growing loose and heavy until it eventually slipped all the way down towards her elbow. The change made her antsy, and she eventually had to close her eyes to keep from vomiting...<br/><br/>And then it was over, and the brown-haired girl was looking eye-to-eye with her "hostess," as nude as the day she'd been born. Interestingly enough, she was starting to learn that she was self-conscious about this sort of thing... she was acutely aware of the fact that she wasn't as hairless as some of the others, for instance, and she could feel a blush creeping down her throat as she took the other woman's hand.<br/><br/>"Well, so far so good..." the monk gave her hostess a sheepish smile, and a fluttered over a few inches to look at herself in the spring. The wings were an interesting addition, and it was kind of funny to see a pixie that was all corded muscle... but the sudden abundance of nudity was reminding the monk of a flame she'd been neglecting to stoke all night long. "I never figgered I'd look like this, I'll tell ya true... though I ain't sure what I'm s'posed to do now..."