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The Excalibur Principle By Morpheus I frowned intensely as I stared at the 'treasure' that sat on the floor of my cramped apartment. It was an old box... a chest. Age had taken its toll as all of the metal was covered with rust, including the antique lock. It had obviously not been opened in decades... perhaps even much longer. My mind swirled with curiosity as I considered the hidden treasures that might lie within, but at the same time, I winced at the amount of money I had spent on it. Money that I could scarcely afford to waste since my apartment, food and college tuition required nearly all that I had. Even with my scholarship and part time job. "I wonder..." I mused, chiding myself for my lack of control. Every once in a while I enjoy going to yard sales or auctions, my mind always filled with thoughts of treasures and antiques that I might be able to find. Quick ways for me to get more money. Money that could help me out on my tight budget. However I also sometimes get carried away and spend a little more than I should, usually for little gain in the long run. I was afraid that this time would be no different. Just that morning I had been at an estate sale, auctioning off the belongings of a very old house that had long since been abandoned. When the real estate company had started cleaning it up to try selling it, they had found a bunch of junk in the attic and had decided to get rid of it by auction. When I heard about it, I hadn't been able to resist. Especially not when they offered the sealed chest with unknown, and quite possibly profitable contents. It had only taken nearly all my eating money for the next 2 weeks... and then some. "I guess I should open it," I told myself, staring at the chest apprehensively. "I hope I didn't blow my money for nothing." After staring at the chest for another few seconds I finally reached for the hammer and chisel that I kept for just such occasions. A moment later the rusted lock had broken right off and the chest was cracked open. As soon as I lifted the lid a strong musty smell assaulted my nose, nearly making me gag. "Just great," I grumbled, bending over and looking at the pile of ancient clothes which were all that I saw on top. With a grimace I carefully started taking out the clothes and setting them to the side. Halfway down I found a leather-bound book, though when I tried prying its pages open, I found that they were partly stuck and the pages I could see were completely smeared and illegible. Obviously it had gotten wet at some time in the past. Shrugging, I set it off to the side as well. As I got closer to the bottom of the trunk my frown grew deeper and deeper. I hadn't found anything that was worthwhile at all and it was really starting to look as if I'd wasted my money. Then I found something that made me pause. It was a small wooden box, probably a jewelry box. "All right!" I exclaimed, thinking that maybe I had hit the jackpot. However when I opened the box, it looked as if it was just stuffed with cloth. That was, until I picked the cloth up and felt something solid within. As soon as I'd pulled the cloth back, I was disappointed to just find that it was just a key. Until I saw the light glint from it... then my eyes went wide. Holding the key up, I could see that it was just over 4 inches long, made of what appeared to be gold and had a slightly swirling pattern along it, especially where it flared out for the fingers grip and turn. And in the center of that part, there was a green gemstone that glittered slightly in the light, nearly making my mouth drool. "Oh yeah!" I exclaimed triumphantly. I figured that the key must be worth a bit. At least enough to double what I'd spent on the box and probably a bit more. All I had to do was get it appraised and then find the right person to sell it too. After carefully setting the key on my table, I walked away, quietly singing to myself, "I'm in the money... " ----- The next day I had just gotten back to my apartment, having just finished with my classes for the day. After throwing my books and homework into corner, to be conveniently forgotten for now, I passed by the desk where I'd hidden the key and pulled it out. I held the key up to the light and admired it, having already cleaned and polished it. Now it looked almost as if it was new, and much more interesting. Its fine swirls and incredible craftsmanship were amazing, convincing me that I could probably get even more for it than I'd first guessed. However I still hadn't had a chance to get it appraised so I didn't know its real value yet. Still holding the key in my hand I threw myself back in my recliner and let out a sigh of relief. I sat there, rolling the key around in my hand and looking at it for awhile. As I did so, I couldn't help but wonder what it was a key to. Some rich man's liquor cabinet? A woman's jewelry box? Or maybe it had just been made as some sort of trinket. I didn't know, but shrugged it off since it wasn't really that important. Whatever it opened was probably long gone anyway. After a while I got up and started to put the key back into my desk drawer until I could get it appraised. However as I passed my closet I stopped, noticing the knob with the keyhole on the door. I chuckled as my eyes went to the key, thinking that they looked about the right size. Then on a whim, I stuck the key into the hole, curious if it would even fit. To my surprise, it did. "Cool," I muttered, already carefully turning it, sure that it wouldn't actually do anything. But I was even more surprised when it did turn, wondering if it was just coincidence or if I'd found a skeleton key of some sort. That idea seemed kind of cool, though unlikely. But then again, finding a gold key was unlikely as well. Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation shoot through my hand, almost as if I'd grabbed hold of a lightning rod. But at the same time it didn't hurt in the least. Still, I yanked my hand back from the key as fast as I could, dropping my jaw when I saw that the key was glowing with an eerie golden light. The same light seemed to come from around the entire closet door as well. "Holy shit!" I gasped, staring the glowing key in disbelief. There was no way that I was seeing what I was seeing. None. For a long moment I just stood where I was, staring at the door and feeling all the hairs on my arms standing straight up. But when nothing else happened, my curiosity started to increase. I slowly moved back towards the door and cautiously reached out my finger towards the door knob, being careful not to touch the key. I was almost surprised when I didn't feel any kind of shock. At least not until I actually opened the door, then I was more shocked than I'd ever been in my life. My eyes went wide and I gasped. My closet was gone, and in its place... in its place was... TREES. "No way!" I gasped. "I've gotta be dreaming." Somehow though, I already knew that I wasn't. Burning up with curiosity I poked my head slightly through and stared in amazement at the trees and statues that were where my closet should have been. It was impossible, but it obviously was. As was the eerie golden colored sky that was above the trees. Instead of a closet, it was more as if I was looking out the back door into some kind of park. "How'd that get in there?" I mumbled, knowing that it had been a walk in closet before but this was ridiculous. For a long moment I just stood there with my head halfway through my closet door, then I couldn't resist it any longer. I stepped all the way through. Almost immediately I realized that I was standing on floor made of some kind of light colored stone. It went out a bit further then cut off, being replaced by grass and the trees. Several statues of sort of creatures that I didn't recognize were scattered about, just before the cluster of trees. Turning around I stared at my door, seeing that from this side it was embedded in a stone wall, made of the same light colored brick as what I was standing on. The wall curved a bit on both sides and I could see several other doors just a little further down. Curious I started walking along the wall, seeing that all of the other doors were made of thick wood... and locked. As I followed the wall around, coming to the conclusion that it was just a circle, and a much smaller one than I had guessed, I counted 7 doors total. 6 of the locked wooden doors... plus mine. And of course I also found a large arch which showed the way outside of the circle that I was currently in. "Weird," I whispered, glancing back towards the cluster of trees which blocked the view of my closet on the other side. "Very weird." After several long minutes of deliberation on whether to return to my apartment, lock the closet door and forget about this or continue to explore, my curiosity won out again. But then again, there hadn't really ever been any doubt. I never had been one to turn away from an adventure... even if I'd never had a chance for one this strange before. As I walked under the arch I kept having to look up, amazed at whomever had built that place. It was definitely amazing. However once I was out of the arch and saw the forest outside of it, I gasped. There were all sorts of trees, most of them looking a bit odd to me. And they were splashed with all sorts of colors, not just the green and brown that I'd expect trees to be. There were even some small ones that seemed to have blue leafs and big orange fruits that looked sort of like pears. After a few minutes I was at the edge of the woods, staring at the bushes and overwhelmed by the strangeness of some of the plant. Whatever else, I knew that these weren't normal. "I've died and gone to OZ," I exclaimed. Suddenly I noticed something moving. I snapped around and saw a flicker of light, moving among the branches. Then another. They dodged and swirled around until one of them finally settled down on a tree branch. Once settled, it wasn't glowing anymore and my eyes shot open even wider than before, completely unable to believe what I saw. It was a girl. A tiny girl who couldn't be more than 4 inches tall... with blue hair and with a pair dragonfly wings on her back. "Tinkerbell?" I squeaked out. The tiny figure suddenly snapped around towards me and gasped, then shot off back into the air like rocket. The other one tore off after her, both disappearing into the woods and out of my view. Feeling even more confused than before I shook my head and turned back around, wanting to get a better view of the stone circle that I had come out of. However once I looked, it wasn't the circle that caught my eye, but something beyond it. Something that grew out of the middle of the trees on the far side, some distance away. Something huge, that was all pearly white and gleamed in the sunlight. Something that looked like an awful lot like some sort of city with magnificent towers, though a city unlike any that I'd ever seen before in my life. It only took me a minute to decide on my new destination and with that I started off towards the city... if that was what it really was. I was dying to get a better look at it. Fifteen minutes later I was in the trees on the other side of the stone circle, heading towards the city that I'd seen. Every once in awhile I was sure that I could see flickers of movement and even hear things. But whenever I snapped around, there was nobody there. It was really beginning to get to me but I kept going anyways. Then as I turned around a tree I was surprised to see someone sitting on the ground, eating some sort of blue mushroom. He couldn't have been any more than 3 feet tall and was dressed all in loose brown and green clothes. He had brown hair, streaked with green, large pointed ears and a closely trimmed beard. Then he saw me. Looking surprised, the little man jumped to his feet and started saying something in a strange musical language that I didn't understand. Then he stepped back, dropping what was left of his large blue mushroom glaring at me. "Where am I?" I asked nervously, hoping he understood English. Frowning the little man whispered, "A mortal..." Then turned and ran, disappearing behind another tree. I quickly followed him, but once I got to where he had vanished, I couldn't find any sign of him, though I did hear faint voices from around me. After a minute I started walking again, nervously glancing around me and muttering, "What the hell is going on around here?" I was strongly tempted to go back through to my apartment, but as strange as everything was, it only served to make me even more curious. Then I continued making my way towards the city that I could still see glimpses of occasionally through the trees, this time trying to keep my eyes open in case I saw that short guy again. And before I'd gone much further, I did see someone... but it sure wasn't that short guy. A man... at least I thought it was a man, stood in my way. He was just over 5 feet tall and had golden blonde hair and long pointed ears. His eyes gleamed violet and his face was perfectly smooth, making him look like a young teenager or possibly even a girl, though something told me that he was definitely male. The strange man was dressed in flowing white robes that seemed to be made out of silk, but with a golden metal chestplate, belt and arm bands. However it was the fact that he was holding a long and rather wicked looking spear that caught my attention. "I come in peace..." I said cautiously, taking a step back and hoping that he'd point that damn thing somewhere else. The man snarled viciously and yelled something that I couldn't understand a word of, though it sounded like the same language that the other guy had used. And before I had a chance to even consider what I was going to do, I was startled to see another figure, just an inch or two taller than him, but dressed just the same, jumping out from behind the bushes. She had pale green hair, pulled back into an almost impossibly long pony tail and a spear, nearly identical to the man's in her hand. I stared at the woman for a moment, amazed at just how beautiful she looked. But before I could make up my mind as to what pick-up line to use on her, they both howled and charged straight at me. I didn't hesitate a moment longer before turning and running as fast as I could, but unfortunately, they didn't hesitate any before following me. "Not good," I cried out as I ran back towards the stone ring and the safety of my apartment. "This ain't good." Unfortunately I was lost within a minute, but that didn't keep me from running in the general direction, or at least what I hoped was the right direction. I wasn't too sure anymore and wasn't about to stop and ask the guys chasing me if I was on the right track or not. By the time I came out from the treeline my heart was racing and I was gasping for breath. Snapping around I saw the ones who'd been chasing me, bursting out of the bushes, furious expressions on their faces. And at the same time I saw a little woman with wings, who couldn't have been more than a foot tall, flying some distance above them, though not seeming to actively be chasing me. With a frantic look around I was relieved to see the stone walls of the ring a short distance away. There was still hope. And as one spear suddenly hit the ground, less than a foot away from my foot, I went back to running as fast as I could, praying that I could keep it up long enough to get back home. Soon I arrived at the stone wall, feeling relieved, though still not relieved enough. I'd already been dodging several spears and had the feeling that they were actually playing with me. This seemed to be confirmed when I glanced back and saw not 2 but 12 of those people. 6, all looking identical to the man and 6 looking identical to the green haired girl. My eyes went wide and I cried, "Oh shit!" wishing that I hadn't been stupid enough to leave my apartment. But then the small army started to spread out and I didn't want to stay in one place long enough for them get to me, so I started running again along the wall, hoping that I could find the damn archway to get back inside. Unfortunately though I already knew that it was on the other side of the ring. When I got to the arch and ran through it, I was shocked to see the man and woman who'd been chasing me already in there ahead of me. The man stood to the path on my left and the woman to the right. I frantically stared at one and then the other before looking towards the cluster of trees, wondering if maybe I might be able to take a short cut through them. However I noticed that there was another stone wall between me and the trees. It was just a little wider than the arched opening in the wall, perhaps 10 yards long and maybe 7 feet high. There was no way that I'd be able to get over it in time, but perhaps I could get around it. If I was lucky. I'd really have to be lucky since the pair were slowly advancing towards me, getting tired of playing with me I assumed. "Can't we talk this over?" I asked, nervously moving towards the wall opposite the arch. When I was a little closer I was startled to see something gleaming from the wall. Something shiny. There were strange spidery symbols, seemingly written in gold... but glowing. And then there was the thing that was sticking straight out of the wall, jutting out of the very center. It seemed to be made out of a mix of gold and silvery metal and was immediately obvious as to what it was. It was a sword of some kind, the blade embedded straight into the wall, leaving only 4 inches of the blade below the hilt sticking out. I snapped around, looking at the man and woman, seeing that all the other ones that looked identical to them were turning transparent... and then vanishing until it was only the original two. Then I saw the others. The small flying woman was sitting on top of the wall with the sword in it and two other tiny flying people who were even smaller and glowing buzzed around, staying well out of the way but obviously watching. "What the hell kind of place is this?" I demanded furiously. Then as I saw my attackers raise their spears, I suddenly decided that I wasn't going to go without a fight. As scared as I was, I was even angrier that they'd attack me for no reason. I barely even thought as I instinctively grabbed for the only weapon available, yanking the sword straight out of the wall. Suddenly my attackers froze, their eyes going wide with shock and even fear. I stared back at them, still furious and not noticing them stepping back from me. Then it hit me. A strange warm tingling feeling, shooting straight up from where my hands gripped the sword hilt and hitting me like a bolt of lighting. The strange chattering sounds that I'd been hearing started to become clearer and I realized that it was the same language that the short man and my attackers had been using. But to my stunned amazement, I found myself making out some of the words. "A mortal..." was said several times, as were, "Impossible," and "Trick." But I couldn't focus on the words, being too absorbed in the unbelievable sensations coming from within my own body. I stared down at the sword, seeing that it was glowing a bright golden, but that I was glowing the same color. It was coming from underneath my skin, from within me and ultimately I was sure... from the sword. Every bit of me seemed to be flooded with raw burning energy and I let out a howl of pain. Then suddenly I could feel my very flesh moving. Crawling, not painfully, but feeling extremely odd and uncomfortable. It was almost as if I were made out of clay and being sculpted by some invisible hands, which would have terrified me completely had I not been overwhelmed with shock. My arms felt tired and I lowered the sword tip to the ground, though I couldn't quite bring myself to let go of it for some reason. The strange burning sensation that had filled me, warmed me and I was sure... transformed me, slowly receded and oddly enough, almost left me missing it. I was barely aware that the creatures around me were completely motionless as I looked down... feeling strangely calm as I did so. In some ways this almost felt like a dream to me, in spite of the fact that I knew it wasn't. "No way..." I gasped upon seeing myself. It was obvious that my whole body had changed drastically. Had changed into... a girl. A woman. One hand kept hold of the sword while my other one hesitantly touched the swellings on my chest. The swellings that I knew without a doubt were really breasts. My whole body seemed much thinner and much... much more feminine. My waist was thinner, my hips wider and my legs seemed longer... and much more shapely. And though I didn't look at my crotch, I could already feel how different it was and knew that even down there I was now female. My eyes traced my arms, which were now hairless and feminine as well. My fingernails though were not only long and perfectly manicured, but they looked sort of silvery and glittery at the same time. Even my clothes had changed. Gone were my jeans and T-shirt, replaced by some sort of creamy white flowing dress. I glanced around, whispering, "What the hell is happening to me?" Even my voice had changed, becoming higher and definitely female. But as I looked around me, I gasped, noticing strange colors that seemed to be everywhere. It was as if everything were tinted slightly, much of it glowing, especially around the creatures... all of whom were, much to my surprise... on the ground, kneeling towards me. Then I saw the wall behind me where I'd pulled the sword from and was startled again to realize that the golden spidery symbols suddenly made sense to me. It was writing of some sort and amazingly enough... almost as easy to read as if it was written in English. "Whomever so pulleth the sword from this wall... " I read aloud in a quiet and disbelieving voice, "shall be rightwise queen of Faerie." All around me, I could feel the tension... the shock and awe. But even so, I didn't spare any of my attention on that. Instead I stood absolutely frozen, staring in complete disbelief at the wall in front of me. Specifically, the golden message on the wall. "What... the... hell..." I gasped out weakly, eyes dodging to the tiny girl with butterfly wings that sat on top of the wall, staring down at me. Stunned I dropped the sword that I'd still been holding on to, turning around to look at the other people around me. The two somewhat normal sized pair that had been chasing me were on their knees bowing, as was a 2 and a half foot tall girl with shimmery wings on her back and several more of the tiny ones. "Who are you people?" I demanded, trying to hide my confusion. "What did you do to me?" Somehow, I kept from glancing down and looking at my drastically changed body... though that didn't keep me from feeling its alieness. The woman with the long green ponytail looked up for a moment, frowning as she did so. Then she stood up, leaving her spear on the ground and slowly came towards me. "Your Majesty..." the woman said, a strong look of resentment and something else in her brilliant green eyes. "You... you pulled the sword." There was strong tone of disbelief in her musical voice. A voice that, to my surprise, spoke in the same alien musical language that I'd heard before. But this time I understood it without the slightest problem. When I frowned, knowing what the damn message had said, but still wondering what the hell was going on, the green haired girl frowned and glanced back at her partner. After a faint nod, he got up and came up to me as well, bowing deeply before saying "You... you don't know?" It was more of a statement than a question. I glanced over at all the Tinkerbell wannabees and noticed that they were no longer kneeling, but flying all over the place and chattering excitedly. "Your Majesty..." the girl said, bowing deeply. "I am called Laevre and this is Moki." She gestured at her partner but didn't take her eyes off me. "Any answer you seek awaits your Majesty at the palace." Moki readily agreed and it only took a minute longer before I'd agreed to go with them to the palace, to hopefully find out what the hell had happened to me. A minute later I had gone through the arch once again, this time with two who'd been chasing me the last time, acting as an escort. One of them had even picked up that sword that I'd pulled from the wall and carried it along as if it was the most valuable treasure in the world, which did seem sort of funny. If my situation hadn't been so damn strange, I might have laughed at it. Instead I was trying to keep from thinking about how strange I felt. After I stepped out of the arch I nearly gasped in surprise and knew that I definitely would have done even more than that if it hadn't been for all the other strange things that I'd already seen. Just in front of me, clearly sticking out from the trees with almost nothing to obscure it, was the city that I'd seen before. At least I was sure that it had to be the same one, in spite of the fact that it had been on the other side of the stone ring before... and some distance further. Now... there was a shiny stone path that lead straight to it. "Amazing," I said, staring at the city that was much more visible than before. It was too small to be a city but too large to be just a palace. There was a huge central building and lots of towers and spirals all over the place as well as bridges from one to another. The whole style was filled with spirals and curves, looking amazing and something straight out of a fairy tale. The whole thing was bright and looked like mother of pearly, shining brightly in the sun. I might not have been an architectural student, but I was sure that most of that place was physically impossible. Especially the several platforms that seemed to float in midair around it. "Weird," was all I said before I started towards the city with the others. Several minutes later I walked through the gates of the gleaming city, my eyes nearly ready to fall out from all the strange things that I could see. Everything was alive... filled with motion, energy and colors. There were creatures all over, most of which looked like my companions. They looked human in shape but, but most were extremely beautiful and graceful, not to mention having the pointed ears, odd colored hair and eyes... and of course the wings. And they came in every size. From about the same size as me to only several inches tall. "Oh my," I whispered upon seeing what could only have been a unicorn, being ridden by a 3 foot tall girl. But that was mild compared to the other things that I saw. It didn't take much longer before I was led to the base of the center building, and much to my surprise watched as Moki walked straight through the wall. At Laevre's silent urging, I went forward and found myself going through it as well, almost as if it wasn't even there. Inside the palace things were just as strange as outside. Some of the structure seemed to be made of marble, and some other materials that I didn't recognize. There were gold and silver metals decorating the walls in places, as well as more of the Tinkerbell girls, flying all over the place. I saw stairs spiraling upward with no apparent end in sight. Doors lined the walls of some of the huge rooms, dozens of feet above the floor and of all sizes. Glowing balls of golden and silvery light floated around the ceilings, apparently not connected to anything. Then we stopped in one place, on a golden circle in the middle of one floor. And before I realized it, the whole thing started to float into the air, much like an elevator, though there were no walls or ceiling, nor even anything actually touching it as it lifted. I just stared in awe, too shocked with everything else that I'd seen to get as overwhelmed as I would have just a short while earlier. After we'd gone up an incredible distance, through a hole in the distant ceiling, the disk stopped, becoming part of the new floor we were on. "Second floor..." I mumbled under my breath, "fairy tales and Tinkerbells." Laevre ran ahead, her long hair whipping out behind her, and then she came back a minute later, bowed and said, "This way your Majesty." I frowned, still feeling confused, but going where she directed. For the moment at least. One way or another though, I was determined to get some answers. Just moments later we all arrived at a huge pair of double doors. Laevre bowed again and then opened one of them up. Several of the small winged girls flew out at rapid speed, one of them being about 4 inches long with purple hair while another one was closer to 6 inches and had short pink hair. "Your chambers," Laevre told me, gesturing for me to go inside. I frowned but went in, the others coming behind me. The bedroom was absolutely amazing. It was huge. Bigger than my own apartment, and from what I could see, it even had several levels and other rooms. The one we were in at the moment was more of a living room type setting I guessed, with a huge window that looked down at the city below. I gulped after glancing out, sure that we hadn't come up that high with the elevator, but it sure looked it. Moki gently set the sword that I'll pulled out of that damn wall onto a table and then backed away, bowing as he did so. I could still feel his wariness and some resentment, which made me feel even more defensive, but oddly enough, I thought I could sense some sort of pride and relief from him as well. "Now what the hell is going on?" I demanded, surprising even myself with the sharp edge in my voice. The other's all stepped back nervously while I continued, "Why am I like THIS?" I gestured down at my body. "Why do I suddenly look like a girl and how do I get back to normal?" Moki and Laevre gasped and glanced nervously at each other. "We are but humble guards your Majesty," Laevre answered quietly. "But we've already sent for someone to answer all of your questions." A few seconds later Laevre and Moki left the room, closing the door behind them. Even all the of the tiny flying girls seemed to have disappeared, though I wasn't completely sure with the way things were going. After several minutes looking around the room and trying not to look at or even acknowledge my own body, I decided that I had to see. I didn't want to admit it, but I was burning up with curiosity. I HAD to look. "Now if I can find a mirror," I mumbled, glancing down at myself and nervously poking my breasts. When I looked up, I was somewhat startled to see a huge mirror against the wall, where I was sure there hadn't been one minutes before. "Curiouser and curiouser," I exclaimed, gulping as I moved towards the mirror. As soon as I was in front of the mirror I turned and gasped out, "No fucking way!" I froze solid, staring in complete disbelief. There was no way that was me. None. The woman in the mirror was gorgeous, though I noted that she could have been a bit more stacked up top. She... I... had a very shapely figure that I could see through the white dress that I was wearing, however, it wasn't voluptuous. Instead, I was more slender and graceful looking. My eyes shot to the long silvery white hair that streamed down to my waist and my hand instinctively followed, touching a lock of what had to be the smoothest and softest hair that I'd ever imagined possible. "No..." I whispered, staring into my face. It was stunningly beautiful. Very fine... almost delicate looking with high cheekbones, arched eyebrows and somewhat pale skin. Elven was the word that I'd have to use, though at the same time... it seemed a strong face. A face, made even more strange by the long pointed ears that I now possessed. And my eyes... I stared in amazement at my own eyes. They were silvery, with flecks of gold and a little larger than they should have been. They were not the eyes of any person that I'd ever seen before. "What am I..." I squeaked, one hand gong to my tits and one between my legs. As far as they all told me, I was definitely female. Then realizing how strong and graceful I felt, I stretched out my arms, trying out all of my new muscles. Suddenly I froze as something else caught my notice in the mirror. A huge pair of glittery transparent wings stretched out from my back, looking something like those that would be on a butterfly, but not quite. They looked grander and much more magnificent. After a moment of just staring at my wings and then turning to look at them directly... to prove that they weren't just an illusion, I was amazed. Then I carefully reached out a hand and touched one of them, finding that it was soft and felt very nice. With a few moments more I realized that they were nowhere near as delicate as they looked and very flexible. I examined my wings for a little while, even finding that I could move and flap them a little, just by willing it. It was almost as easily as if they were my arms. Then I relaxed and let them go back, folding up almost automatically and draping down my back, looking almost as if they were some sort of cape. Turning away from the mirror I touched my breasts and moved towards the table where Moki had put the sword. I stared at it, at the slender silver and gold blade, admiring how fantastic it looked, though feeling rather wary of it as well since I was sure it had been what had changed me. Then with an idea that it might be able to change me back as well, I picked it up again. When nothing happened, I cursed, "Damn!" For a long moment, I just held the sword, amazed at just how light it felt in my hand, barely weighing anything at all. I'd noticed that before when I'd first pulled it out of the wall, but I had been a little too preoccupied to think about it. With an experimental swing of the blade, I nearly let out an impressed whistle. It felt so smooth and easy in my hand. Then suddenly I heard an, "Ahem." Snapping around I saw a man, standing just in front of the heavy doors. He had the fine features and pointed ears that I'd noticed on everyone else, myself included. A long white beard grew from his face, though the rest of his head was bald. He stared at me with strange piercing blue eyes... then bowed. "A fine blade... your Majesty." Then the old man stepped forward and said, "However I believe that you have many questions... which is quite understandable from what I've been told." He shook his head and stared at me. "A mortal..." "Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep calm and stay at least somewhat polite. "I am called is Safron," he stated. He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes seeming to look straight into my soul and I had a faint suspicion that I'd been found wanting. Then he continued, asking me several questions about how I'd gotten there and found the sword. He frowned at my answers before saying, "I do not suppose that you are familiar with our history?" After I shook my head, Safron continued in a tone that reminded me a lot of one of my professors. "We are the people of Faerie, referred to by your... by mortals with many different names. Once... we too originated in the mortal world and watched as the mortals increased in numbers and power... taking out lands from us and driving us away with their poisonous iron." There was a sadness in his eyes at that. "Oh," was all I said for the moment. Without seeming to notice my interruption Safron continued. "When this first began, our wisest and most powerful mages all worked to put our homeland beyond the reach of mortals. To elevate it to another plane of existence where we would be safe. However a great many of our kind continued to live in the mortal realm, alongside mortals. And on rare occasions, a mortal would be honored with a visit to our home." "I've heard legends about Fairies," I commented, though I'd never thought that they might possibly be real. Safron nodded vaguely. "But centuries ago a tragedy struck the people of Faerie. Our queen was struck down... murdered by one of our own." Safron looked sad. "Our last queen had no heirs and the nobility were soon on the brink of civil war. A war, which would have destroyed us all." I gulped, feeling the pain that came from Safron. "Our traditions dictated that all Faerie return home until the new Queen had been chosen. Any war would have put the lives of every Faerie in danger as well as destroyed our homeland. Then we settled upon a solution. We would use the Excalibur Principle." "Excalibur Principle?" I demanded, looking down at the sword that was still in my hand and then carefully setting it back on the table. "A magical method of selection," Safron stated, "made famous by some mortal king." He paused for a moment and absently ran a hand over his beard before continuing. "A sword was imbued with magics, binding it to the very essence of our homeland and then embedded within a wall." "And whomever pulled it out gets made queen," I snarled, already knowing that part, "But you said that happened centuries ago..." Safron nodded. "Indeed. The land itself was to choose our next queen for only the one chosen would be allowed to draw the sword. Each of our nobles believed that they alone had the greatest right, so quickly agreed to this compromise. However..." Safron looked down at the ground, "much to all of our surprise, none of the noble women were able to draw it." For the next several minutes Safron told me about how all 7 doors to the Faerie realm were shut and locked, sealing their homeland until their new Queen could be chosen. After the noble women had all failed, then tried again several more times, others were finally allowed to try. "Every girl Faerie in the realm tried to draw the sword," Safron continued, "though none were able. Eventually, even all of the males tried it. But the sword would not come out. We were without a queen and bound to remain here until one was found." Then Safron bowed deeply to me, adding, "Until your Majesty came." I gulped, trying to remain calm and think about things logically, which certainly wasn't easy since I looked like something out of a fairy tale. "Why me?" I cried out with more emotion than I intended. "I'm not even a Faerie." Then I gestured down at my body and grimaced, "Why did this happen to ME?" "I do not know why you were selected to be queen," Safron answered quietly. "It surprises all of us as well, I can assure you of that. You were not only male, but mortal as well. It is unheard of." "No shit!" I sneered, seeing Safron wince at that. "It is possible that one of your ancestors might have been a changeling," he suggested, though his tone seemed skeptical. "Several have been lost in times past... though I know of none that were royal." After a moment's pause, he muttered, "Or a bastard." I took a deep breath and asked, "Why a queen?" I refused to stare down as I demanded, "Why not a king?" "But we have always been ruled by a queen," Safron answered, sounding a little surprised. "Well I don't want to be your queen," I snapped, beginning to get furious again. "Change me back to normal and I'll go home." This seemed to surprise Safron even more. "You... you do not wish to be Queen?" His eyes went wide and he exclaimed, "But your Majesty... you have been selected. The land is alive with our magics... and it has chosen you. The very act of pulling the sword was your coronation and bonded you to the land itself, giving you a form appropriate to your position." Then Safron paused and stated in a very firm tone, "There is no undoing what has been done your Majesty." For a long moment I just stood there, a numbness replacing my anger. Feeling a little uncomfortable, I sat down in a chair while Safron continued to stand there, looking a little concerned. But whether it was for me, himself or all of Faerie... I didn't know. After waiting a short while Safron bowed. "With your Majesty's leave... I shall depart, but will return shall you have any further questions." And with that Safron turned and left, leaving me alone with my confused thoughts. For the next half our or so I sat in the chair, staring out the windows at the city below me. It was filled with alien sights... but unbelievably beautiful ones. Every once in a while someone or something would fly past, close enough for me to get a glimpse of. There was such a sense of wonder and magic that I couldn't believe it. Then I'd glance at myself, becoming even more amazed at the realization that I was now a part of it, willing or not. Then I suddenly felt something in my head, on the very edge of my consciousness. I looked up and noticed that there were two lights flying into the room, one blue and one pink. Both settled down on the table in front of me, revealing two very small but beautiful girls. The first was about 5 inches tall and had blue hair and blue tinged wings. A small pair of what seemed to be antenna came from her forehead and she was completely naked except for the blue stripes that covered her skin. Whether they were tattoos, natural markings or painted on... I didn't have a clue. The other girl was one that I'd seen earlier, being about 5 inches tall and with short pink hair. However I was a little startled when I got a closer look at her and saw the was wearing what seemed to be a small black mini-skirt and thigh length stiletto heeled boots and a very skimpy black tube top. "Your Majesty..." the blue haired girl said, bowing, "I am Myst... your handmaiden until you select another." Then the pink haired girl stepped forward and shocked me with a sudden, "WASSSSUUUP?" "What?" I gasped, stunned at the sight of a Tinkerbell wannabee that looked and acted nothing like what I would have expected. "Hiya," the pink haired girl announced, "if ya need anything... I'm your girl. The name's Tryx." "Um... " I stared at them both, unsure of what to say so settling on, "Hi." They both smiled at that though Myst looked a little nervous. Even while glaring quickly at Tryx then looking back to me with a forced smile. "You're supposed to... help me?" I asked, feeling rather uncomfortable with the idea of having servants, though not nearly as uncomfortable as with everything else. "Yes your Majesty," Myst answered eagerly. "It is our honor to serve you... as long as you will have us." Tryx nodded agreement. "Yep." "Well... " I said after thinking about it for a minute, "I really don't need anything right now." It was hard to believe that I was talking to a couple of living Barbie dolls, much less having them talk back to me. Then with a quick bow, and a request to call if I needed anything, Myst suddenly shot towards the door and vanished the little bit that was cracked open. Tryx however continued to stand on the table, watching me curiously. I stared back for a moment before my curiosity seized me again. "You're a bit surprising," I commented carefully. "Where the hell did you learn about that stuff? I thought that no one was able to leave this place?" Tryx giggled. "Just because we couldn't go to the mortal world doesn't mean that we can't watch it." She gave me a wink as she added, "Especially the TV." Then Tryx sat down and dangled her legs over the edge of the table, swinging them back and forth as she folder her wings back. "Some of us like to watch the mortal world. It looks SO cool." I couldn't resist chuckling at the image in front of me. "Sometimes it is," I told her, "but this place really looks interesting." "I guess," Tryx responded with a halfhearted shrug. "But I've been here my whole life." Then she suddenly straightened up and gave me another look. "Wow!" she whispered. "You really came from there didn't you? They said you were a mortal... but..." Then she repeated, "Wow," again. After a moment of silence Tryx started talking again, asking me all sort of questions about my world. I frowned at first, but once I started to answer her, I got a bit more enthusiastic. Especially when I was able to ask her about this place, learning quite a bit about it from her. And the more I learned, the more amazed I became. It seems that the Faerie have something of a hierarchy and caste system, based mostly on size. The bigger a Faerie, the higher rank they had. However there were other factors as well, such as age, bloodlines and strength of magic. According to Tryx every Faerie has magic, though the bigger a Faerie the stronger their magic usually was. I guessed that this was one of the reasons that size played such an important part, though she assured me that it certainly wasn't in all cases. Just most. I also learned that though Faeries had magic; most of it was relatively weak in actually doing things other than creating illusions. But whereas a large number could create illusions, there were only a handful that could do those kind of things for real. She also told me that nearly every Faerie possesses wings... which I'd already seen for the most part. However it took proportionately less magic for the smaller Faerie to actually fly with their wings, resulting in most of the Faerie over 3 feet tall, not bothering to fly much at all... if ever. There were only several small clans that did not have wings, and from her descriptions of them, I guessed that they'd be something like Leprechauns or Brownies. Nearly every member of those clans were males for some reason. I was surprised to find out that females outnumbered the males, almost 4 to 1, which would have made me much happier before my change, but now... now it only reminded me that I wasn't quite myself anymore. After we had finished talking I was even more amazed than before. Tryx got up to her feet and grinned at me, saying, "You know your Majesty... you are da bomb!" Then she giggled before flying away, not even bothering to bow. I just watched her go, smiling slightly and deciding that she might have been pretty strange... but I definitely liked her. It didn't take me long before I was tired of exploring my bedroom chambers. Even if they were 10 times larger than my old apartment and 1000 times more grand, they were still nothing compared to what I knew was outside. Once Myst and Tryx returned I spent several hours wandering through the palace with them escorting me, amazed at all the stunningly beautiful things around me. At the architecture which was like something pulled straight out of a dream... breaking nearly every law of physics. Everywhere I went I was aware of the creatures... people who watched me. All of them Faerie, varying in size from several inches to about my height. All of their eyes following me with curiosity, fascination and questions. I could see the resentment and disbelief in some as well as the excitement and cheerfulness of others. And as I went past I could hear the faint whispers... echoing the emotions that I'd seen on their faces. However the one thing that was constant was that they were all VERY polite to my face. There was one thing else that I quickly learned which both Safron and Tryx had forgotten to mention. Namely that clothing was considered to be entirely optional. I saw Faerie in some of the grandest, strangest and most colorful clothes imaginable, but I saw just as many that were naked or nearly so. Even after seeing Myst and some of the others on my way in, I was still a little surprised at this. The sight of so many naked women brought a faint smile to my face, then a much deeper frown when I once again remembered that I was no longer in any shape to do anything with them. At least not the way that I would have liked. After I'd seen a large amount of the palace, though by no means all of it, Myst led me into a huge hall, filled with long tables of nearly every size, each overloaded with foods of all sorts. Faerie of all sizes crowded the room, standing and sitting about, chattering madly. However the moment I came in, silence suddenly filled the room as all eyes turned towards me. "This way your Majesty," Safron said, appearing next to me. He gestured and led me towards one end of the room, though it was immediately obvious which chair was to be mine. The tall one that was at the end of one table, looking quite different and much more elegant than any of the others. After I'd sat in the chair Safron whispered, "They are waiting for you to seat them your Majesty." It was only then that I noticed that everyone was standing. "Please sit down," I said, feeling myself blush with embarrassment. I couldn't believe that they expected me to be their leader... much less their queen. Several of the small ones... pixie's I guess, quickly filled my plate and brought me a crystal cup, filled with a thick golden colored liquid. Strange fruits filled my place, as did some sort of meat that I couldn't quite identify. I only hesitated a moment before I took my first tentative bite of a blue fruit that resembled golf ball sized cherry. "It's good," I muttered, licking my lips in surprise. Good was actually an understatement since the unfamiliar fruit was actually incredibly delicious. "Mridivan berries," I heard a voice behind me whisper. When I glanced back I saw Tryx, sitting on the back of my chair with her feet dangling down. What looked like a tiny chicken drumstick was clenched firmly in her hand. "Try the roast alicorn," she suggested, gesturing to a delicious smelling piece of meat on my plate. "It's a delicacy." I smiled, feeling a little relieved that she had stayed close by me, though I wasn't sure why. Safron was sitting in the seat next to me and trying to be helpful, but he seemed a little too... professional. Looking around I noticed that I got the same mixed reactions as I had before. But in the tables closest to me I noticed that most of them were about my size and dressed rather sort of fancy. They were the ones whom I noticed the harshest looks coming from, though they obviously tried to hide it. It didn't take me long to figure out that they had to be the nobles. The ones who'd expected to have one of their own as queen. No wonder they took such an instant dislike to me... even if it wasn't my fault. As I slowly ate Tryx sat over my shoulder, cheerfully pointing out people and telling me a little about them. She kept having to pause though as she burst into a small fit of giggles. Tryx pointed at a about the same size as her who perched on a wine glass, saying, "Mebli Marx once got stuck in a bottle and had to trick a mortal into letting her out by promising him a wish." She giggled as she added, "But she didn't have that kind of power so just used illusion to make him think that his wish was granted, then took off. It was a bit before my time, but I hear that he was ran out of town when he tried to spend a bunch of rocks." "And Klaer..." she gestured towards a human sized woman with solid black hair, "she once..." Tryx whispered the rest into my ear and I had to struggle not to laugh along with her. Several times during the meal people came up to me, bowed and introduced themselves. One was a gorgeous girl about 2 feet tall, another was a friendly noble who was several inches short of me and the last was a girl with green skin and white hair, standing 8 inches tall at the most. The rest of the people however said polite hello's, but remained somewhat distance and nervous of me, which almost amused me since I was the one who was surrounded by alien creatures. Dinner lasted a lot longer than I was used to, something made worse by the fact that I felt nervous around all of the people who obviously resented me. Of course not all of them did. In fact a great number smiled at me every time they looked my way. I wasn't sure if they had heard where I'd come from yet, but I suspected they had the way the rumors had been flying. The only things that made dinner bearable were the unbelievably great food... and Tryx's company. Once dinner was finally over, to my relief, I returned to bedroom that they'd given me, feeling very full. I only hoped that I wouldn't have to do that many more times before I could get back to normal, because in spite of what Safron told me, I knew... or at least hoped that there was. After another long talk with Tryx in my room she eventually left, leaving me alone once again. Alone with the one thing that had begun to scare me more than all the strange creatures that filled this alien place... myself. My transformed body. For a long time I just stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Trying to convince myself that it wasn't real. That I was just having some sort of strange dream that I would eventually wake up from. But I knew that I wasn't and no amount of wishing would make it otherwise. My eyes quickly darted to the sword then back to the mirror, where they remained. As much as it embarrassed me, made me blush to even consider it, I was also becoming more and more curious about myself. About what I'd turned in to. And about what I looked like naked. At the same time I silently cursed my curiosity, knowing that it was responsible for my change in the first place. If I hadn't let my curiosity control me, I would still have been safe in my apartment. "Well..." I said, forcing a weak smile, "at least I'm not a cat." And with that I started to remove the new clothes that had mysteriously appeared on my body at the same time I was changed. However I was completely shocked when just as I pulled on the fabric, it melted away. Fading and vanishing, almost as if it was made of nothing more than smoke. "What the hell?" I exclaimed in surprise, and then caught myself. "Damn magic," I grumbled, knowing that I'd never get used to the stuff. I might not know how my clothes had suddenly disappeared, but I had to admit that it was kind of cool. However I quickly forgot the clothes as I noticed myself in the mirror. My whole body was as pale as my face, though my complexion seemed to be absolutely flawless. Seemed to be without a single hair below my neck. I ran a hand over my skin and was amazed at how smooth and soft it felt to my touch. Nearly like silk. The boobs... my boobs... seemed to be around a B cup, though I wasn't any real judge of size. They seemed just a little bit small, but very pert and upturned a little. After several minutes of examination, I admitted, "Not bad." Though I added a silent 'in my girlfriend' to the end. My body was slender... almost willowy, though certainly not without curves... and extremely attractive in an exotic sort of way. But then again, I'd already seen that, even if not in that much detail. If I had a girl that looked like me, I wouldn't hesitate a moment to screw her. "Too bad I don't though." Then bending over and finding to my amazement that I was now MUCH more flexible than I used to be, I looked at my crotch and tried to keep some kind of clinical detachment while I examined it. It certainly wasn't easy since I was getting both nervous and turned on at the same time. After all it wasn't some girlfriend's slit that I was looking at, but my own. And as far as I could tell, other than being completely hairless, it looked like a normal female vagina. Shaking my head faintly, I whispered, "God this is weird." I carefully ran my fingertip against my delicate folds and gasped in surprise at how sensitive I was. And how wet I was quickly getting. My fingertip was covered with the fluid and I pulled it up to my nose to sniff, then quickly licking it with my tongue. I was surprised to find how sweet I tasted. Almost like some sort of honey, which I knew for a fact wasn't normal. At least not with humans. "But... " I gulped, glancing back at my wings as I stretched them out, "I'm not human anymore." That idea struck me seriously for the first time. Up until then, I'd been thinking about how strange it was to have been turned into a girl... not about being turned into some sort of alien creature. Or fairy tale creature as the case was. That made changing my sex seem a little less strange in comparison, though not too much. After sitting in thoughtful silence for several moments, I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind, becoming even more curious about what it was that I'd become. I returned to my self examination, finding that I hadn't gotten any less wet but that I was definitely feeling even more aroused. Even my tits... breasts felt super charged and sensitive. In fact my whole body did to some degree, which was a hell of a lot different from usual. It didn't take more than a few more minutes before I found my bed and began to rub at my crotch and breasts in earnest. "Shit that feels good," I moaned to myself in the middle of my masturbation, just moments before I was too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak. Just before I suddenly exploded into the most unbelievably intense orgasm that I'd ever experienced, greater than any that I'd even imagined possible. Wave after wave of intense ecstasy pulsed through my entire body... through every fiber of my being, making me scream out passionately. I stared up at the distant ceiling and smiled in a dazed way, amused at the swirls of light and color that floated above me. I continued to remain where I was for a long time, delighting in the afterglow of my explosive pleasure and staring at the bright colors. Eventually though, both faded away. "Oh man that was good," I told myself with a deeply satisfied sigh, sitting up from the bed and licking my fingers with a smile. "I've got to do that again." I waited a full 3 minutes before I began all over again. When I finally went to sleep in my supremely comfortable new bed, it was with a very wide smile on my face. ----- The next afternoon I found myself walking down a wide corridor in the palace, feeling extremely nervous. I couldn't help but glancing around me as we walked, then tried to look unimpressed so that I wouldn't look like such a complete fool. Or at least not so much as I felt at the moment. Myst and Tryx flew several feet behind me, just above each of my shoulders. Safron was walking to my right, just two steps behind me and several other smaller Faerie were even further behind us. And walking as an armed escort in front of us, were Laevre and Moki, each holding spears in their hands. However their being armed seemed sort of pointless to me since there weren't even any other people in the halls besides the ones that were with me. As we passed through a section of the hall where mirrors covered both walls as well as the ceiling and floor, I couldn't help but seeing myself reflected in them. I was wearing a long silvery white dress that trailed the ground behind me, trimmed with a thin and unbelievably elegant gold metal belt. Myst had talked me into wearing them when she and Tryx had arrived to dress me earlier that morning. Of course it had helped her case that she was upset from finding out that I'd undressed myself the night before rather than calling for her or Tryx and I didn't want to see her pouting anymore. "We are nearly there your Majesty," Safron told me politely. In his hands he was carrying the sword that I'd pulled out of the wall, though it was all wrapped up in some kind of blue silk. A minute later we arrived at a pair of heavy doors which opened on their own, with no one touching them. Safron and the others didn't hesitate before going in and I had little choice but to go in with them. As soon as we were inside my eyes shot wide open. "Pretty cool..." Tryx whispered in my ear, "Isn't it?" I could only nod faintly in response. The room was huge, with walls that looked somewhat like marble but glistening with an inborn light. They were even covered with long streams of ivy that shot up it, occasionally even moving. There were several pillars going up along the walls, but it was towards the top that truly inspired my awe. The arches that went to support the ceiling shifted and became tree branches instead. There was no ceiling, merely green, silver and gold leafs that came from sprouting branches, revealing a star filled night sky above. After a faint nudge from Myst I returned my attention to the rest of the room. The floor was a flowing white marble that actually seemed to move faintly like water out of the corner of my eye. There were designs in gold and silver, etched through it, though I wasn't able to really make them out. Then I felt another nudge from Myst, this time more insistent. "Oh my," I whispered, seeing that the room wasn't at all empty either. I'd been too distracted by the rooms interior to truly notice all of the Faerie that were in it. A great many of them were nearly my size. Nobles. Safron coughed slightly to gain my attention, then let me towards a slightly raised platform. However it was the throne on the platform that drew my attention. It was made of what looked like gold, though it seemed brighter... nearly glowing and green leafy vines decorated its sides. I stopped just in front of the throne and turned towards the waiting Faerie, feeling every pair of eyes on me though fortunately the whispering had stopped. This was it. What Safron and the others had told me about that morning. I was to finally be presented to the Faerie kingdom and officially introduced as their queen. "Don't look so gloomy," Tryx advised into my ear in a whisper. "Smile." Suddenly Safron stepped forward and held the sword outstretched in his hands for the room to see. "Behold Faerie... the sword of selection has been drawn from its wall. Behold Faerie... " Safron stepped back and dropped to his knee, holding the sword hilt up towards me. "Our new queen." I forced a smile as I took the sword from Safron, seeing it glow slightly as I did so, then held it above my head for them all to see while the sword glowed even brighter. I felt somewhat foolish as I did so... but oddly... excited. I could feel them all staring at me and tried to look as confident as I could. I didn't want to be a woman, a Faerie or a queen, but at the moment I didn't have any choice in any of it. Then I stood there where I was, trying to look confident and queenly like Safron had directed me to earlier. One by one, Moki, Laevre and the other Faerie who'd witnessed me pulled the sword out of the wall all came forward, announced that they had indeed watched me pull the sword, though none made mention of my change. Then they each bowed before me, proclaiming their loyalty. Only after I had accepted it did they again rise to their feet and step off to the side. However I was surprised when one man... one of the nobles suddenly stepped in front of the platform and snarled, "IMPOSTER! This is naught but trickery." He was several inches shorter than me but looked very athletic. None of the Faerie seemed to be buff, but he seemed to be more so than any of the other Faerie that I'd seen. His white hair was shoulder length, having a single green streak right in front. The Faerie snarled at me and suddenly drew his sword, a long and slender looking blade that I didn't doubt was very deadly in his hands. "Look out Majesty..." Myst whispered fearfully from one side. Then Daeden loudly announced, "She is an impostor, not even one of us. We all know that she is but a mortal." The word 'mortal' was spat out as if it was vile. He glared at me before adding, "Ours is a long and glorious race, that I for one shall not allow to be defiled. I would rather perish than follow one such as her." After pointing his sword straight at me in an obvious challenge, he growled, "I challenge thee foul impostor!" For a moment I just glared back at Daeden, beginning to get more than a little pissed off. First I get chased and threatened, then lose my own body. Now this bastard was insulting me and I wasn't one to back down from a fight... especially when I had a lot of repressed anger to let out. "You're on," I snarled, feeling confident for the first time since I'd found myself in that strange world. "Besides..." I whispered to myself smugly, holding my own sword out, "I have a magic sword." "But so does he," I heard Tryx exclaim from behind me, the worry obvious in her voice. Safron