After Hours 2

	When you turned into a fairy, you had hoped that you might find a way out of the lab that only someone this small could exit through, like a vent. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side, as any hole that would otherwise lead outside this place was covered with a rigid mesh that trumped your efforts to flee.
	You went through the fairy cake surprisingly fast, eating all of it in a matter of hours, even though it seemed to make no sense to do so. It appears that it took a lot of energy to remain in this form, as only a couple hours after the cake was gone, you were back in your normal body... with no clothes in sight. Feeling the chill of the lab's average temperature against your bare skin quickly made you realize that standing around without any clothes for however long you were gonna be here wasn't ideal. You decided it would be best to raid the janitor's closet for some clothes since you figured those uniforms wouldn't have likely been worked on by anyone in the lab. You were wrong, of course.
	As soon as you slipped into the baggy jumpsuit, you started organizing the closet, noticing how messy it seemed. It turns out that you were oblivious to the changes that were once again occurring throughout your body. Perky breasts quadruple the size of those you had as a fairy tented your shirt, and your butt and thighs began to fill out the empty space in the pants of your jumpsuit, leading to you sporting a rather tight-fitting outfit. However, the changes didn't end there as your hair returned to its previous cotton-candy pink color, styling itself with two tiny buns as it had before. Finally, your jumpsuit began tearing apart, starting at your chest. A hole opened up, revealing the cleavage you had gained with your new substantial assets. The fabric of your shirt tightened up, supporting your bosom and defining your waistline. Meanwhile, the jumpsuit had begun to separate just below your pelvis, giving form to a very short, frilly skirt that complemented your new thigh-highs fabulously. Lastly, your sleeves disappeared, leaving nothing but the wrist cuffs behind as you completed the stereotypical french maid look.
	Despite how drastically your body had changed and how exposed to the elements you once again were, you still hadn't noticed a thing. You were too preoccupied with cleaning up. If you were going to be stuck in here, you might as well use your time effectively, right? Of course, if you were thinking logically, you would realize poking around to tidy up right now was precisely the LAST thing you wanted to do at this moment, considering how likely it is that you might make your situation worse with another transformation. Unfortunately, the influence of the maid outfit had already overridden your ability to think rationally in order to most effectively pursue the goal of cleaning up.
	It seemed like you had quite a busy night ahead of you, as most of the researchers here seemed to like to work in their own organized chaos. With all these disorganized workspaces, it seems likely that you'll probably experience a couple more transformations before you see the end of this unintentional imprisonment...