Frog Transformation: Fantasy

She extended her hand to the little frog crouched at the bottom of the pond and smiled reassuringly. The smile would not mean anything to the frog, not yet, but she could not help herself. The little joke in that thought made her laugh. She wasn't here to help herself; she was here to help others. And part of that required the damn frog. She lunged forward and seized the frog before it could get away. There was no time for bashfulness. The frog peed on her hand and wiggled around, trying to escape. "Oh no you don't," she whispered to it. "Sorry." She set the frog down on the ground and pointed her wand at it. Before it could hop away to safety and another day as a frog, she concentrated and spun the wand through a complex series of movements. There was no burst of colored fog or sparkles. She had to watch the whole transformation process.

Inspiration: "Burning Dirt" by My Life With the Thrill Kill Kult
Story Potential: Medium, maybe more.
Notes: Maybe pitched to kids, maybe spun to Terry Pratchett. The "official" fairygoddaughter isn't the one she ends up helping. She helps somebody else. Maybe the frog? Could this open up dizzying new vistas of opportunity? Besides, how are fairy godmothers created? Maybe it's a curse at their christening?