"Okay." you say, tucking her in. "You're a little bit drunk." You turn off the lights and leave. "Talk to you tomorrow."
The next morning you wake up and wonder how Sandra is feeling. She had to be pretty drunk to think that she was a fairy. And what was that nonsense about turning into a little girl who needs diapers if you have sex with her? You don't remember anything about this in stories about fairies you've heard.
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