" But Peter just stood there gazing at her, mouth agape.
Wendy looked down at herself; she hadn't even realized how heroic a pose she struck. From her shadow- which took this opportunity to actually behave- she realized how she appeared:powerful, strong... with a scandalously short tunic cinched around her waist and improvised leggings that showed a prodigious amount of her newly tanned skin. Her hair was down around her shoulders. She bet she was the spitting image of an Amazon, short a bow.
"Gosh, Wendy, you sure look different from when I first saw you," Peter mumbled.
Tinker Bell put her hands on her hips and started to jingle.
"Well, I must be off," Wendy said quickly. "Bye!"
And she took off into the air, like Nike, triumphant. "

― Liz Braswell , Straight On Till Morning (Twisted Tales)