by Theodora
Author's note: This is my first attempt at a tg story, and I would love some constructive criticism to help improve it.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, listening the rain pouring against the window next to me. I have always loved the rain. It relaxes me, allowing me to drift off and examine the contents of my mind. That night, of course, my thoughts were rather melancholy. I had a good life, good friends, a loving family, a comfortable job, and yet I felt unsatisfied with it all. I didn’t really understand why. Perhaps, I was just someone who can never be content with what I have. But as it was, I was a sociable twenty-three year old male who was sitting alone in his apartment on a Saturday night, wearing only boxers and a tee shirt. Of course, the rain was a reason to stay inside, but my friends were at a bar, and I did decline their invitation before the whole downpour started. I guess I was just in a mood to be alone.
I turned over onto my side and watched the rain beat against my window, looking out into the darkness. Then, something caught my eye, a light drifting through the darkness. It was bright. I couldn’t quite make it out, but it was moving wildly from side to side, perhaps battered by the wind and the rain. I’m completely transfixed by it. Thoughts raced through my head, ‘What is that thing? Is it moving closer? Why do I find it so beautiful?’ As I pondered these questions, the light slammed against my window, causing me to jump. When I looked again, I saw the light lying motionless on my windowsill. Wanting to know what it was, I quickly opened the window and pull it inside out of the storm. Carefully, I opened my cupped hands to see what the light is.
A fairy. I had just found a fairy. It seemed unbelievable, but there it was in my hands, a tiny little woman with wings and a pretty dress. I wasn’t sure what to do. She seemed wet and I wanted to help, but I was worried I would accidentally hurt her if I tried to do anything. Fortunately, she started to stir, coughing some water out onto my hands. I thought I should say something, but was unsure what exactly. Finally, I said the only thing I could think off.
“Are you alright?”
It suddenly occurred to me that there was a good chance she didn’t speak English. She might speak some sort of fairy language, but she reacted somewhat, as if she understood the words I said, but wasn’t fully processing what was going on. After a moment, she seemed to gather her thoughts and she began to speak.
“This is a little awkward.”
Usually in movies, when a tiny fairy talks, it’s in this squeaky little voice. Not the case here. Her voice sounded completely natural, as if I was talking to a full-sized person. It felt very powerful, yet had a soothing quality to it, almost maternal. Perhaps, I should have been freaking out, but I felt completely at ease.
A shower of sparkles began to flow out of her hands. I froze, suddenly terrified that she was just going to disappear as quickly as she came. My fears were quickly put to ease as I soon saw she wasn’t disappearing, but growing, changing her self to human size. Seconds later, she was standing next to my bed, looking down at me.
I rose from my bed to take a better look at her. Feeling indecent in my boxes, I awkwardly pulled on my jeans while I had the chance. She was a beautiful woman: deep blue eyes, slightly curly light brown hair pulled back into a bun, rosy soft skin that didn’t seem to have a hint of scarring or other types of marking. Her wings were a lovely silver color, beautiful gossamer wings. She looked about 35 in human terms, but, of course, I didn’t know what that meant for a fairy. Her dress was a soft shade of lavender and seemed to be made of satin. The dress had lace sleeves, which reached all the way down to her wrists. The skirt of the dress was rufflely, going down to just about the knee. She wore high-heeled sandals, which brought her up to eye level height when we stood face to face. She wasn’t thin, but she wasn’t exactly chubby either, almost as if she had found a perfect balance between the two. She seemed to be wearing some blue eye-shadow and her face was quite glittery and her demeanor portrayed a similar powerful, but comforting feeling that I had noticed in her voice moments before. She waited a moment as I took her in, and then spoke.
“I’m afraid I wasn’t intending for a human to see me,” she began. “I apologize, but now that you have, I have no choice but to erase your memory of this entire incident and be on my way.” Her hands started to sparkle and she raised them toward me. I tried to step back.
“Wait,” I cried, still wanting to admire her. “Can’t we talk for a bit?”
She paused her hands, but responded quickly to my plea. “I’m sorry. I appreciate you saving me, but humans aren’t supposed to know we exist. I’m going to have to erase your memory eventually. It might as well be now.”
I tried to think of a response to that. I was so in awe of her. I wanted to hear all about her and I didn’t want to forget a second of it. “Well, it’s still pouring outside,” I started. “If you don’t want nearly drown again, you might want to wait until it passes.”
She glanced out the window for a moment, weighing the merits of what I had just said. After an agonizing minute of waiting for her to respond, she turned back toward me. “You may have a point,” she admitted. “We can talk until the rain stops, but then I will be erasing your memory. Understand?” I nodded, still hoping to find a way to remember. “Consider this a rare treat. I don’t usually trust humans enough to actually converse with them, especially the men.”
“Oh…okay.” I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. “So…my name is Sam.” I reached out my hand to shake hers. She just looked at it, unsure whether she should do the same. After a few seconds, she tentatively extended her hand as well.
“Isadora.” Her skin was incredibly soft and warm, putting me even more at ease.
“Would you like to sit down?” I asked, letting go of her hand.
She still seemed wary of me, but she consented. “It would be nice to rest a bit after that storm.” We both took a seat on my bed next to each other.
“Now,” she continued, “What is it that you wish to ask me?”
I paused for a second, put on the spot. “Honestly…everything.”
“Everything?”
And then I just started a barrage of overly excited questions. “Well…are you really a fairy? Where do you come from? Are there others like you? What is your society like? Are you immortal? What were you doing in the rain? What’s flying like? What’s having wings like? Do you have magic powers? No, that’s stupid. Of course, you have magic powers. What kind of magic powers do you have? Why aren’t humans allowed to know about you? And what did you mean especially men? What’s wrong with me?” I stopped for a breath.
Isadora now looked somewhat amused. Something I had said tickled her. “That all?”
“I’m sure I’ll think of another twenty or thirty questions in a moment.”
She smiled. “Before I begin with your…rather large query, answer this. Why are you so interested in my world?”
I thought for a second before I answer. For some reason I was impressing her and I wanted to keep doing so. I wasn’t sure why, but I really wanted to make her happy. “Because…you’re amazing. You have wings and the ability to shrink yourself and you can emit this beautiful glow. I’m assuming your some sort of fairy, and I apologize if I’m wrong, but no matter what or who you are you represent something exciting and magical about this world that until a few minutes ago I had no knowledge of. I guess…it just fills me with hope.”
“Hope?” She responded. “Why hope?”
“I honestly have no idea,” I said with a bit of a laugh.
With this she leaned in a stared straight into my eyes, as if trying to see my soul. After a minute, she spoke again. “Sam…you have potential.”
“Potential for what?” I asked, now a little worried that this was only going to get more confusing.
“We’ll come to that later,” she said, quickly dismissing my question. “You know, most men who manage to see me immediately ask me to grant them wishes.”
“Is that something fairies do?” I asked, forgetting that she hadn’t really confirmed that she was actually a fairy.
“No, which makes the request very annoying. I suppose that helps to answer one of your questions. Human males often exhibit great amounts of greed or violence when they come across one of my kind, and I’m not even taking into consideration the large amount of men that simply work against my kind’s basic values on a day-to-day basis.
“Your basic values?”
“To protect the beauty and majesty of this world. I realize my comment on human males was a large generalization and that human females can exhibit the same negative qualities, but in my experience, perhaps due to the way your species has been socialized, my people run into conflict with human males more than we do human females. As a result, I suppose I’ve become naturally suspicious of your gender. After all, my people have no males.”
“Really?” I noticed that she was starting to open up to me. It was now her dominating the conversation and she didn’t seem to as much of an unwilling participant at this point. However, I wasn’t exactly sure what this meant as far as the mind wipe she had promised to perform. I tried not to worry about it. I was just happy to hear about her.
“To answer your initial question. I am indeed a fairy. We are a long and proud race that has existed as long as humanity has and all together, there are about a million of us. We live in this world, often punishing humans for the way they disrespect the Earth, but we also exist in a hidden land connected to this one, the Fairy Kingdom of Aislinn. Our Fairy Queen, Titania, resides there.”
“Titania?” I interjected. “Like the character in A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”
Isadora smiled, “You’re quite knowledgeable. Indeed, that is not a coincidence. Shakespeare was one of the few human men the Queen granted audience to, a rare exception to our rule of secrecy. Personally, I found the man rather pretentious, but, due to the Queen’s fondness of him, I’ve never felt comfortable voicing that opinion to any of my kind.” Yet, she was telling me. She must have been starting to really like me.
“You knew Shakespeare? You must be really old.” I cringed. I always did have a tendency to put my foot in her mouth. Our conversation had been going so well and now I had probably ruined it. “I’m so sorry that was very rude.”
She laughed. “It’s alright. Just like a child to speak without thinking.” I suppose I would have seemed like a child to her, given her apparent longevity. “In fact, I’m over 1,100 years old, which is still quite young for a fairy. We aren’t immortal, but we live for thousands of years.”
“Wow. You look about thirty-five.”
“We age differently. As children we age at a fifth the speed humans do, so, speaking in human terms, a fairy that looks ten now will look eleven in five years. When we appear to be about twenty-five, our ageing process stops, until we are ready to produce children at which point we age about another ten years. As we raise our children, we age again to the appearance of about fifty, which we maintain for the remainder of our lives.”
“So you’re looking to have a child?”
She smiled. “Yes, more than one ideally. Most fairies find their life mates before having children, but many never feel like settling down with a partner, though they may still want children. I happen to be in the latter category. I’ve always wanted a large family, just not a…wife, as I believe humans call it.”
A thought occurred to me. “Wait…you said fairies are all female. Do you reproduce asexually or something?”
Her smile was growing. “Not exactly.”
Another thought occurred to me. “You…you don’t mate with human males, do you?” I asked, suddenly a little concerned. I found her beautiful, but, for some reason not in any sort of sexual manner.
She laughed. “No.” Her smile was now rather mischievous. My concern continued.
“I’m pretty sure I’m missing something,” I said after a pause.
Isadora laughed again. “Sam, I shall make you my daughter.”
I was taken aback, quickly jumping to my feet. “Wait…what?” There were so many things I didn’t understand all of a sudden, but instead of a barrage of questions, I paused waiting for her to explain. She answered quickly, but she was clearly entertained by my reaction.
“Fairies create children by taking you humans. We take you to the glade in the Fairy Kingdom where the first fairy was born. There you are reborn, arising as one of us. Not all humans can be converted though. It takes a very special type of person, one born with the soul of a fairy. Once every five years, fairies that want to become parents can go out into the world and search for a person with that fairy soul. It’s not easy, since the fairy has to interact with the person to really see if he or she has one. Mostly, the necessary qualities are found in children, particularly girls, but that’s not a hard and fast rule. Still, it is very unusual for us to find an adult human male who can undergo the process.”
I took a moment to take in Isadora’s words. It sounded crazy. I couldn’t become a fairy. Still, there was a part of me that felt oddly excited at this idea. After a moment, I voiced the first of my many thoughts on her proposal.
“But…you said all fairies were women.”
“You would be too. I did say you would be my daughter, after all.”
I pause again, unsure how to respond to that. “But…but…I have ties here, a job, family, friends. I would be missed.”
“In fact, you would not. Fairies replace the humans they take with changelings.”
“Aren’t they suppose be kind of evil?”
Isadora laughed. “A human misconception. In reality, a fairy will create a duplicate body of the human original and fill it with the soul of another human, one who has a virtuous heart and a life that is unfortunately cut short. The changeling only remembers their new life, and since they are not candidates for fairy conversion, they feel perfectly at home in the human world.”
“And I wouldn’t at home here?”
“I’ve look into your eyes, child. I’ve seen your soul and you have the soul of the fairy.”
“So I don’t really get a choice in this, huh?”
“Of course, you do, but it’s time you make that choice. The rain is lightening up, and if you will not be my daughter, I must continue my search elsewhere. However, I want to say one last thing. Come with me, and you will become a beautiful fairy maiden in a kingdom ruled by the magic you’ve always dream about seeing with your own eyes.” That sentence alone felt very powerful, but she continued. “I’m afraid that if you refuse, I will have to erase your memory of this meeting, as leaving it would be too cruel. Unless you accept your true calling, you’ll always have some sense of longing throughout your life and I believe that if you spent the rest of it knowing that you could have had everything you had ever dreamed about, you’d simply be miserable.”
I sighed. I wasn’t sure what to do. Becoming a fairy sounded amazing in its own way, but I really did love much of my human life. To have to say goodbye to all that would be awful. As I tried to come to a decision, something clicked in my head.
“I just noticed how carefully you’ve chosen your words ever since you told me I had potential. Since then, you’ve been leading this whole conversation, guiding my very thoughts to get me to a state of mind where the only conclusion I could possibly come to is that I want to be your daughter.”
“You’re quite astute. But does this manipulation bother you?”
I don’t know if that last question was yet another carefully worded thought guide from Isadora, but a few seconds after she asked it, I had my answer. Honestly, I had been impressed realizing how carefully she had strategize in this conversation, but to hear her use a term as crude as manipulation, I realized Isadora was indeed playing mind games with me, and that I probably should have been angry with her. But I wasn’t. I realized that I didn’t care about how I came to this conclusion or whether I been manipulated, because at the heart of everything was a simple truth.
She was still sitting on the bed, her smile like a radiant beacon. I slowly approached, confident in my decision, but a little intimidated about the prospect of saying the words out loud. She waited patiently as I finally stopped and kneeled before her, my head bowed. I tried to say the words, but I had trouble getting them out.
“Isadora,” I finally was able to squeak. “Please, can I be a fairy? Can I be your daughter?” A tear trickled down my cheek. This was hard, scarier then I could have imagined. She reached out her hand to brush the tear away, filling me with a warmth and comfort as she touch me. She lifted my head slowly, until I was looking her straight in the eye.
“My sweet beautiful child, of course you can. It was who you were meant to be and nothing would make me happier.” With that I lost it. Tears were streaming done my face. Until this moment I don’t think I had realized just how much this meant to me. I had to become a fairy. It was who I was meant to be.
“Thank you. Thank you,” I said between blubbers. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get so emotional.”
“It's okay, my daughter. You’ve just discovered you’re true self. It’s a very emotional experience. Now, wipe away your tears. It’s time we transform you into your true form.”
“Yes, Isadora,” I replied, taking a tissue to dry my face. “What about the changeling?”
“We can deal with that later. I notice you live alone and tomorrow is Sunday. There doesn’t seem to be an immediate need and I do not wish to delay you’re rebirth.”
“Understood,” I said, suddenly realizing I shared her desire. I wanted to become a fairy as soon as possible. Even though I didn’t know it until now, I had waited long enough. “My family and friends will really never know the difference?”
“Never. Only soul mates have that ability, since they are so deeply connected to the soul rather than the body, but I assume you haven’t met yours.”
“I don’t think so, but you never quite know, do you?”
“Well, if you have we can deal with that later. Take my hand. It’s time we go to the Glade of Renewal.”
I took one last look at my room and the life I was leaving behind, and then I took Isadora’s hand. She began to flutter her wings. My room fell away as we were surrounded by a white glow. Suddenly I felt movement. I couldn’t see where we were going or what was happening, but we were definitely moving fast. It was exciting, but it was also hard on my stomach. After a few nauseating minutes of this, the white glow dissolved and I was thrown to the ground, dizzy, disoriented, and maybe about to vomit.
“Isadora?” I called out, realizing that she was no longer holding my hand and I couldn’t really see around me yet.
“I’m here,” she responded quickly, rubbing my back in comfort. “I apologize. Fairy flight isn’t meant for humans. Fortunately, you only have to endure it as a human once.”
“Your wings are really something,” I said as I tried to take deep breaths. “They look so fragile, but they are really quite powerful.”
“Our wings are actually as strong as steel, despite being as light as air. Even if they are somehow damaged, our magic can regenerate them over time. You’ll see for yourself very soon.”
“I will, won’t I?” I grinned, feeling a bit better. I started to stand. “Alright, how do we start this…whoa!” As I rose up, I was able to take in my surroundings. It was beautiful. We were in a glade in a deep forest. In the center, there was a small simmering pond, with water that look purer and fresher than anything I had seen before. Little streams left the pond, stretching out into the **** and disappearing from sight. On the edge of the ****, there were many trees bearing an unusual sparkling silver fruit. Throughout the glade there were large open flowers, big enough for a person to stand atop. Next to the pond was a small bench, covered in ivy. It was the dead of night, but between the bright moon and stars in the sky and the glow emanating from the lake, everything was clear as day. The place seemed beyond belief, but there it was right before me. It was magical.
“This is the Glade of Rebirth, where every soon-to-be-born fairy enters the fairy kingdom for the first time.” Isadora was clearly enjoying my amazement. “Please be seated on the bench, I have a few things I need to gather for your transformation. Don’t be afraid, I won’t leave your line of sight.” She began to walk toward the trees on the edge of the glade. “Oh, and be careful not to step on the flowers. It isn’t time for that yet.”
I took a seat as she instructed and as I continued to marvel at the beauty of the glade. “So I’ve been curious about something,” I called to her. “Why do I have to become a girl to be a fairy? If fairies don’t give birth in the human way, aren’t sexual characteristics kind of meaningless.”
She was now picking one of the silver fruits from the tree. “Truthfully, much of fairy anatomy is an unnecessary relic of our former humanity. However, as we nurture nature and beauty, the magic of fairies is very related to the nurturing of life. The male body simply isn’t build for such an ordeal.” She flew back toward the pond, setting down to scoop some water into a chalice. “Besides, would you want to remain a male?”
“Never,” I said, resolute and smiling. I enjoyed vocalizing that thought. “I’m going to be your daughter. That’s all I want to be.”
“Good girl,” she said, causing me to blush. “Now, let us free you from that nasty male human body.” She approached me, placing the two items she had collected on the ground. With a wave of her hand she produced two more, a full-length mirror and a camera.
“Fairies have cameras?” I asked, somewhat surprised. It seemed out of place with my perception of the fairy lifestyle.
“We are not necessarily opposed to technology. Some have useful purposes and fairies have been known to steal various items from the human world as needed. And tonight, a camera is very important. I’m about to have my first child. I feel compelled to document the event. And won’t you long for pictures of your transformation years down the line.”
“You think of everything,” I responded, as she snapped a picture of me. Another question occurred to me. “Is it just going to be us for this?”
“Traditionally, a fairy’s birth is a sacred event only to be shared between parents and their children. We are alone tonight, but should I choose to have more girls, you will be standing right beside me for the birth of your sisters.” The thought of a big fairy family excited me.
“Then, let’s get started,” I exclaimed, barely able to contain my joy.
“Be patient, daughter. It won’t be long now.” She brought her hands together into a cupped position. There was a glow, and some sort of dust began to materialize in her palms. “Now, we can begin the ceremony.” The camera was now floating to side taking pictures on its own. Fairy magic, I guess. Isadora then changed her tone to one of distinguished authority. “Human, are you ready to discard your previous life, to become a daughter to the Fairy people, and to serve in the court of the Fairy Queen?”
Someone, my response just came to me, as if these were words I had known for my entire life. “To remain a human would be impossible. I can only be fairy and henceforth, I swear my loyalty to the Fairy Queen and you, my one true mother. Please grant me the gift of becoming your offspring.”
“Very good,” she said, returning to her usual maternal, yet powerful tone. “Now, the transformation process requires three components to begin. First, fairy dust, to prepare the body for the energy and magic it is about to receive.” With that she blew the contents of her hands toward me. The dust surrounded me and my body began to absorb it, giving me a tingling feeling throughout my body, especially around my back.
“Next,” she continued, picking up the chalice and the silver fruit, which upon closer inspection looked much like a prickly pear, “You must taste the food and drink of the Fairy people. This will purify your soul, and begin to remove the remains of your humanity.” First, I tasted the silver fruit, which was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted. Then, Isadora raised the chalice to my mouth and I drank the water within, water in its purest form, untouched by any outside force. I was filled with warmth and I began to glow.
“Finally, you need a genetic imprint from your new fairy parent,” she concluded. “Fairies pass on their genes through their magic, which can be can transferred simply through the loving kiss of a mother.” She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I felt a rush run through me, momentarily connected the two of us, as she imprinted herself onto me. My skin now began to sparkle, as if I had been covered in gold glitter. “Now, you can truly become my daughter.”
I felt this pure energy bursting throughout my body, making me feel so euphoric. My male clothing was beginning to dissolve, unable to handle the power. I could barely form any thoughts. Yet, there was still more to come.
“You see the large flowers all around us?” Isadora asked. “They act as cocoons, refining the gifts you have been just been given and sculpting you into a fairy child. When I tell you to, you are to stand up and walk to the center of the nearest flower and stay still as it envelops you. When you emerge, you’ll be the fairy girl you’ve always longed to be. Now, go.”
I stood. My body was almost on autopilot, as if the energy I had been given was willing it to move on it’s own. But no, the energy was part of me. I was in control even if it didn’t feel that way. The remains of my pants fell to the ground as I started walking, my shirt completely dissolved soon after that. What did it matter? I had no more need for male clothing. As I approached the petals of the flower, my boxers too fell away. As I came to the center of the flower, the petals began to rise. Isadora disappeared from sight, as tendrils appeared from the flower and wrapped themselves around my entire body. Seconds later, even the sky was gone and I was completely wrapped in my fairy cocoon.
I had never been a fan of the darkness, and now it was pitch black and I could not move. However, I was not afraid within the flower. On the contrary, I was in a state of complete bliss. I had no real sense of time, but I could feel I was changing. The flower was molding me. I was never sure exactly what was changing, but I didn’t care. I trusted the flower. I could hear it talking to me, repeating things in my head, helping me relax. RELAX. I felt so at ease. DON’T RESIST. Why would I want to resist? OPEN YOUR MIND. The flower’s voice began to drown out my own thoughts. NO LONGER HUMAN. NO LONGER MALE. I was finally free of that cage. YOU ARE FAIRY. YOU ARE FEMALE. BETTER THIS WAY. So much better. ISADORA IS YOUR MOTHER. YOU SHALL ADDRESS HER AS SUCH. TITANIA IS YOUR QUEEN. YOU SHALL SERVE THE FAIRY KINGDOM. YOU ARE THEIR OBEDIENT DAUGHTER. As this continued, I began to realize the flower was reflecting my own thoughts, my desires, my own wish to be a fairy. I, or some dormant part of me, perhaps the inner fairy I had always carried with me, was the voice. I was conditioning myself to be the fairy I wanted to be. YOU WANT TO OBEY. Clearly. Soon, my transformation was done. YOU ARE COMPLETE. AWAKEN, FAIRY GIRL.
With that, I began to feel the flower start to open up again and the tendrils began to release their grip on me. My mind started to come back into focus. But as the flower opened, light began to shine through from the outside and since I had been in my pitch-black cocoon for some time, I was temporarily blinded as my eyes attempted to readjust. The sun was out. I wondered how long I had been in there. It must have been at least twelve hours. I rubbed my eyes, realizing all of a sudden how small my hands felt. I felt different, smaller, lighter, but as I got ready to examine my new body, my eyes readjusted to the light and I saw Isadora sitting on the bench waiting for me. No…I no longer thought of her as Isadora. I thought of her only as my Mommy.
I was overwhelmed with a desire to run to her, overtaking any curiosity I had about my new form. That could wait. Hugging Mommy could not. I ran to her, tears of joy streaming down my eyes. “MOMMY” I squealed with delight, as a reached her and she scooped me up into her arms.
“There she is. There’s my little fairy girl.” I giggle. It made me so happy to hear her refer to me as a fairy girl, as her fairy girl. She held me close, and for the first time in my entire life, I felt complete.
“Now,” she began as pulled me back to look me in the eyes, “Do you want to see what a pretty fairy you’ve become? I brought you a mirror for just that.”
I blushed, loving the idea of being thought of being pretty. “Yes, Mommy. May I please see my new look?” She placed me on the ground facing the large mirror, finally allowing me to see the creature I had become. My first reaction was shock.
“Why do I look like I’m five years old?” Staring back at me was a five-year-old girl with fairy wings, a seriously confused five-year-old girl with fairy wings. In retrospect, I realize that it should have been obvious to me from the get go that I had been come a very young girl. Since my transformation, I had felt much smaller and Mommy could now easily pick me up. Plus Mommy had hinted age regression would be part of my transformation. But for some reason, I had just assumed that I would appear the same age I was when I was human. Mommy looked amused at my confusion and I noticed the camera, still documenting the event on its own, snap a picture of my shocked face.
“Silly child. Did you think I would want a twenty-three-year-old daughter? I would have missed so many wonderful years of raising you, wouldn’t I?” I nodded in agreement, while she continued. “Your new look is how all fairies are when they begin their new life and it’s the best form you could have. Big enough to fly away from danger, yet you have an immature enough mind so you can best absorb the teachings of the Fairy Kingdom and become a fantastic fairy. But remember, in truth, you are not a five-year-old girl, but a five-minute-old fairy girl. Understand?” I nodded. “And how does that make you feel?”
“I love being an adorable little fairy girl, Mommy,” I responded perkily. I meant it too. Despite my shock, my new form felt so right. It reflected my true soul. I began to examine myself more carefully.
No traces of my former maleness remained. I was completely and totally girl, adorned in simple white dress that the flower must have placed on me. My face had changed, now seeming to be a hybrid of Mommy’s face and a feminized version of my former human face. The eye shadow Mommy had was also present on my face, as were light touches of glitter. I began to realize that this wasn’t make-up, but the way that fairy faces were naturally colored. Regardless, I loved the way it looked, definitely a pretty face. I was a bit chubbier than I had been as a five-year-old boy, but then I looked too thin, now I looked just right. Thankfully, there wasn’t a trace of my former body hair. My only hair now was on the top of my head. Formally medium brown, it had lightened up several shades, now matching Mommy’s color. It fell to my shoulder blades, where my wings began, my beautiful new silver wings that sparkled in the sunlight. I gave them a quick flutter, noticing how light they felt on me. My eyes were no longer brown, but hazel. And my skin was gorgeous, completely smooth and unmarked. Scars I had when human were now just a faint memory. “I can’t believe that’s really me. I’m so pretty,” I whispered to myself. This was me, the true me, the me I was always meant to be.
Mommy began to speak. “I was a seven year old girl, when I was reborn as a fairy. I remember being overjoyed with the changes, but compared to your transformation it was nothing. You must feel incredible?”
“I do, Mommy,” I said softly. “I never knew anyone could experience this must joy. Thanks to you, I’ve become my true gender, my true species. This new magical energy inside me makes me feel so close to everything around me, as if I’m part of nature. I can’t wait to start learning how to use my new powers and how to fly and everything.” However, this well-thought out answer made me aware of the one thing that hadn’t change about me. “Mommy, how come I still have the same mental capacity?”
“Mental transformation is the last stage to occur, usually happening an hour or two after a fairy’s rebirth. Soon, you will have the mental capacity of a five-year-old human girl.” I giggled. I couldn’t wait for that to happen. I loved my new body and I wanted a mind to match it. “Of course,” Mommy continued, “If you pay attention you might notice the mental changes are already starting to take hold.”
“Really? How?’
“Tell me. What is your name?”
“Theodora,” I said, as if it was the easiest answer in the world. I paused. Mommy had never said that was my new name, and yet I knew that it was the name she chose for me. It had such resonance, as if that had always been my name.
“Yes, you are my little fairy daughter, Theodora. And who is Sam?”
“Sam…” I repeated, as I contemplated the name. It used to be my name, but I didn’t feel emotionally connected to it in the least. As I considered Sam, things became so obvious. I was Theodora. I had always been Theodora. Even when I was human, Sam was just a name, but Theodora was my identity. With this as my conclusion, I answered Mommy’s question. “Sam isn’t anyone. I am Theodora.”
“Of course, you are. See, your human mind is slipping away from you. You will never forget your time as one, but you will never see the world through human eyes ever again.” Mommy then added, “Now, I don’t want to hear any more grown up talk from you, Theodora. You are a little fairy girl, and you will act like it. Understand?”
“Yes, Mommy. I am your obedient fairy girl,” I said trying to be as cute as possible.
“Good girl.” A wave of pleasure washed through me. I liked being called a good girl. I wanted more. Trying to push away my human mind, I tried to think of something girly to do that would further please her.
“Mommy,” I cooed tugging at the hem of her dress, “You have a pretty dress.” She smiled, knowing where I was going with this, but wanting to hear me ask just the same. “Can I have a pretty dress?”
“Of course you can, darling.” She waved her hand, showing me with sparkles. There was a flash of light, and the simple white dress I had been wearing transformed into a superbly feminine feeling fairy dress. I returned to the mirror to examine it.
The dress was a beautiful light blue color and incredibly girly. There was lace trim on the color and puffy sleeves that only covered the shoulder. The skirt went down to just above the knee, and underneath a fluffy petticoat. There were two small holes in the back, allowing my wings to continue to be comfortable and free. Sparkly white tights encased my leg leading down to two adorable black Mary Jane shoes. Under my dress, I could feel panties and a slip pressed against my skin. Finally, adorned on my head was a flower wreath, full of pretty flowers.
“Well?” Mommy asked. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, Mommy. Thank you. I love you so much.” With that, I began to flutter my wings, rising up next to her and kissing her own the cheek. Of course, as a novice to flying, I couldn’t sustain in and fell quickly back to the ground. It was okay, though. The dirt was soft and nothing could ruin my good feeling now. Mommy smiled and pulled me in close.
“I love you too, Theodora. What a good girl you are.” Another wave of pleasure. Although this time, followed by a moment of sadness. Mommy noticed.
“What’s wrong?”
“I will miss my friends though. I wish they could be fairies too.”
Mommy smiled. “Well, humans with fairy souls are often drawn to other like them. It’s possible one or two of your friends might be able to join us.”
“Really?”
“Yes. And while I must wait another five years before having another daughter, I have many friends still looking for the perfect convert. Would you like that, Theodora?” I nodded excitedly and hugged Mommy yet again. “Then, we should go. We have to create your changeling anyway.”
“I love you, Mommy,” I said once more. She had done so much for me, giving me the life and identity I had longed for and now she wanted to give me even more. I owed her everything. She took my hand in hers and we disappeared into the forest, to my new life as her loving daughter. The last of my human mind slipped away. I was a fairy girl, now and forever.
