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Who's a Fairy? 1-2: Once Upon a Time Divide By Ron Dow75 Chapter One: The Fairy Godmother Flutz had never read the Story of Sleeping Beauty or Snow White. Flutz had never read anything she didn't have to. She was a Royal... or she would be again, once she found the Princess she'd lost. === In an alley on a long way to home: "Get up, you sissy!" demanded the larger boy who'd knocked Alfred down. The twerp, in cross-trainers, jeans and yellow pullover sweater, was just about the smallest kid in sixth grade, with brunette hair too long for the liking of the buzz cut boy. Alfred Marchen looked up at the seventh grader in the sixth grade. And on top of that, Bruno Hobbs was big for his age. He was as big as most of the girls in school! Alfred told the bully, "I am not a sissy!" Bruno sneered, "That's not the story I heard. Your sister told everyone how she caught you wearing girl clothes!" Those were fighting words! Alfred didn't want to fight. But he had to. Damn! All because of Morgan! She hadn't caught him: She forced him to wear her clothes! Bruno didn't knock him down as he was getting up. He wanted to play a little more with the punk. Wiggling his fingers near his own chin, he said, "Come and get me if you can, fairy!" Alfred cried, "I am not a fairy!!" He was advanced for his age, and that much he was sure of! He liked girls (except his twin sister). Bruno smirked. That got to him. He told him, "Oh, yeah! I say you're a fairy!" Alfred ran at the tormentor, his small hand upraised. Bruno dodged the weakling easily; hitting him more to shove him back to the ground than to hurt him. Yet. Alfred was on the ground again. And the biggest Bully around was looking down on him. "Come on, Twinklebell, why don't you get your Fairy Godmother to help you?" Alfred thought, "Why are people getting picked on called fairies!?! Fairies have magic powers! Bullies would never-" Bruno's lifted his big foot. Alfred blurted out, "I wish I were a fairy!" Then maybe he'd have an older man to protect him from... The stomping did not come. Instead there was a fall of sparkling light. Alfred picked up some of the dimming glitter. When he dared to look up he saw Bruno frozen with his foot in the air. And buzzing near the bully's shoulder was a spangled girl nearly nude in her diaphanous strapless red gown open along the sides. The only other thing she wore was a ruby ring with a gold bead in its setting. She held a single miniature long-stem rose. But what finally told Alfred what she was, was her clear little buzzing wings! In a daze, Alfred scooted out from under Bruno's foot as he sat up. At last he was about to speak, when... The young woman with constantly flowing hair the color of her rose spoke, "One of these two giants contains the soul of the Princess." Alfred suddenly was silent. After being called a sissy and a fairy, he wasn't ready to be a called princess. She shook her rose, "Well, which one is it!?!" glitter came loose. "You lead me this far, now point me to the end to my quest!" Still nothing came from it but loose fairy dust. The slim fairy no larger than his hand swore, "Alla kazam! There seems nothing more I can do, but..." and she pointed her flower wand at Bruno saying, "Eenie..." then at Alfred, "meeny..." then Bruno, "miny..." then- Alfred held up his hands, "Wait a moment! I take back my wish! I don't want to be a fairy!!" Magically her head became large enough for him to see her expression, "What!!?! You cast a wish, just as my own was being fulfilled!?!! The one that brought me here before you!! Do you know what that means!?!!" Alfred trembled, "No..." Her head became normal as the fairy thought about it. "What does it mean? It has to have some significance." The rose wand waved itself about now, making shapes in the air with its movements. The fairy that looked like a teen looked at them, pulling on them as if she was trying to read them. "I see, wishing to become a fairy was your idea?" Alfred cried, "No! It was Bruno that called me a fairy! It was his idea!" hurrying to his feet. The scroll of shapes disappeared in a fireworks burst. "Bibbidi!!" the fairy cried with relief! "I have found you..." The burst's fallout swirled down around!! "My Princess!!" Like a scene out of Cinderella, Bruno's mown blonde hair grew golden with ringlets and long with two pink bows marking the beginning of two ponytails-ending-in-curls that swept back from where his bangs ended. His beetle brow became domelike; his good and cauliflower ears reformed with elfin points; his one eyebrow became two fine arches; his eyelids became pink; his eyelashes curled and darkened; his broken nose became upturned; his cheeks blushed; his slit became cupid bow lips; his jutting jaw melted into a little delicate chin; his bull neck thinned and lengthened. And around that cygnet-like neck formed a purple choker with a pink heart-shaped stone. His black laughing skull T-shirt developed pink puffy sleeves and embroidery along border of a low square neckline that framed the tops of her young breasts before tapering down into a narrower waist of a purple bodice. A golden girdle with pink hearts ornaments formed. The shirt became a dress with a violet skirt that opened in front to show her pink petticoat with the lacey frills, both allowing the pink ribbons and bows of her garter belt to be seen. Her right leg, no longer raised, wore a purple thigh- high stocking, her left arm a purple gauntlet without fingers; while her left leg wore a violet stocking, her right arm, no longer raised, a violet glove. All had little pink hearts. She was raised up onto her tiptoes by glass slippers. Her hair and clothes were sprinkled with fairy glitter. While on her left wrist was a golden charm bracelet. And on the ring finger of her right hand was a diamond ring with a gold bead in its setting. Through his amazement and queasiness, Alfred noticed, "Ar... aren't you going to shrink her more??" The girl who was once Bruno was merely same size as he was, short as that was. The woman who looked like she belonged in high school, looked said, "Who is the Fairy Godmother?" Alfred said, "But if Bruno is a fairy..." The fairy waved her flower wand over the cute and cutesy girl, "She is not fully a true fairy, as yet. The giant impurities must be drawn off." The new girl Bruno stirred. Alfred asked, "...drawn off?" The tiny teen curtseyed in front of the awakening changeling. "Princess Myosotia." The girl that was once Bruno cried, "A creepy bug!!" and swatted it. The fairy landed against Alfred's face. Not only did she feel real, she could be felt through her gossamer. Soprano Bruno yelled, "What's happened to me!!?! I'm wearing-tits!! I've got... Where'd it go!!?! I don't got my cock anymore!! I've got-(SCREAM!!)" And piercing. Alfred grabbed the fairy and ran. "Use your magic wand! Turn him into a girl that thinks she's a girl!!" Bruno, using the supreme logic of bullies, hollered, "You're running! I know you did this to me, Alfred!!" and tried to take off after him. Glass slippers were not good for that. The fairy with relatively large breasts in Alfred's hand told him, "Then I would have to continually apply faerie alloy!" And she used some of it from her wand to slip through his fingers. The even larger busted Bruno yelled, "Oww-wee! He purposely gave me a body that's made to be hurt!" as she pushed her top up while rolling off her flaring and now also bruised hip. Alfred told the stupid tiny fairy, "You have to, anyway, to keep Bruno a girl!" Buzzing back to her princess, she told him, "The Princess's form is a doppelganger. You do not know anything on how magic works!" Alfred said, "I would if you made me the princess!" Then stopping himself from going any further, "What am I saying!?" Up on her thin elbows, Bruno, looking at the heels of her hands, said, "What good are these gloves!?! They don't protect you!" She was skinned, but they didn't even have a warn mark. "They're just on to make me feel more like a sissy jerk." She even had manicured pink fingernails! Something buzzed near her ear, "You are our lost Princess Myosotia. The Duchess of Chervil, your Aunt..." Bruno said, "What is it with these bugs!?!" trying to shoo it way. The fairy moved out of the way. Except for her high voice, she did sounded like a housefly. "Grammoura cast a death wish on you the day of your naming, shortly after your birth..." Bruno had had enough with the stupid shoes. She brought one foot up to take it off, while trying to break the other against the ally's cement. It was quite a sight for Alfred. "I, Royal Lady Flutz of Mulse, as Hereditary Godmother to the Royal Family of the Fairies..." Bruno cried in frustration, "These stupid things won't come off!" And hitting the other shoe on the ground harder, "And they don't sound like they're made of plastic. Why don't they break, or something!?!" "...did countermand the spell! -Will you listen to me!?!! I am trying to tell you how you came to dwell within that giant and corporeal body!!" Her legs were straight, her ankles bent. Bruno said, "I heard about people getting hit on the head and thinking dumb things! This has got to be like that, 'cause this sure is dumb!" And he tried to shoo the insect away again. Flutz told her, in a less than melodic manner, "This is not a delusion!! I sent you outside the Magic Realm where the spell and into a hiding place where the spell could not find you!!" Bruno turned her attention back to Alfred, "You got in a lucky hit, creep!! Wait until I see a doctor! You're going to be the one who needs one!" And she struggled to get to her feet. Flutz cried, "Why am I wasting my anima?" Even her moving hair, increasing in volume, showed her frustration. Alfred said to her, "No! I want to hear the story! You said you sent her away, then lost her?" The teen told him, "I did not lose her!!" Her feet danced out the beat. Teetering on the heels, Bruno headed for the street. "This is not real. I am not wearing a dress. I do not look like a girl. I do not sound like a girl..." Flutz followed, but felt like she had to justify herself even to a human boy, "I did not lose her. I just forgot about the difference in time." One sole was raised towards him. Following her, Alfred wanted to know more, "Difference in time?" Flutz said, "Why should I tell you the details of magic?" She could move the ends of her darkened eyebrows to show her disdain. Alfred asked, "So I can tell Bruno? She's not listening to you." Bruno, in lipstick, told him, "Stop talking behind my back where I can hear you!!" And she looked around for a rock. Alfred said, "See? She'll talk to me because she likes to beat me up." Flutz told him, "There will be no more of that. The Princess must learn to act like a proper member of the Royal Court." Just saying it and she made her motions less dramatic. Alfred dared to hope, "She does!? You mean like a lady?" Bruno fell of her shoes onto her skirt as she reached down for the rock. Flutz said, "With a capital 'L'," finding it hard to imagine. She waved her magic wand. Alfred noticed that fairy glitter was coming towards it, from behind him. He whispered to himself, "She has to collect the leftover magic?" Some more glitter stuck to him. === Alfred had raced out of school as soon as he'd been released. He took a different way home. Bruno, though, had not come back from last classbreak, and, unlike Dom, Mick, and Terry, hadn't been caught. Other kids were just reaching this area. Most of them stared at the strangely dressed girl. And most of those had to say something: "What is she dressed up for?" "Not Halloween." "Yeah. Nobody would wear an totally lame outfit like that." "It has to be her mom's idea." That got laughs even from a couple others in earshot range. "She lets her mom pick out her clothes!" "What world does her mom come from?" Alfred almost told them. But come to think of it, Bruno wasn't dressed like that fairy (Flutz, wasn't it?), who was hardly dressed at all. What a choice Bruno had. The girl in the see-through gown told her, "Do not listen to the ridiculously dressed peasants. You are dressed like any fairy princess your age." Cutie Bruno did not want to hear that. She wanted to chase after those making fun of her and beat them up. Again that wasn't something she could do in the heels. "Come here and say that!! I dare you!" The girls laughed all the harder, crossing the street to the other side. "She's wearing a garter belt." "She can't even get those right. They don't even have elastic." Flutz said, "You are most assuredly not ready to dress like an adult. Without a reliable grasp of magic, you most likely could succumb to exposure." Red faced Bruno tottered home as fast as she could, "It's a good thing for them this is all just in my head." Wishing for pockets to shove his fists into, she had to settle for pulling down at the hem. "The wind feels real." === By the time they'd reached their block, Alfred had to wonder, "No one sees the fairy. Am I the only one?" Manicured Bruno swung at the thing buzzing around her, "Stop bothering me!!" She broke off a brush branch, and tried to use that as a fly swatter. Alfred said to himself, "Well, Bruno sees something." === Bruno, now with his fingers in his ears, and singing, "Nah, nah, noh, noh... Nyah! I can't hear you!" went up the three steps, along the pathway to the Hobbs's porch. The next house was Alfred's. It had a high fence and security system. But rather than run and hide behind that, he had paused to look at Princess Bruno head for the inside his brick cottage-style house. "I wish I could see what happens." With sparkles falling around him, he was there when Bruno and his Fairy Godmother came in the door. Soprano Bruno called out, "Ma!! I'm sick!" A girl who looked who no older than six answered her, "Your human mother is not here." She was dressed in a very conservative brown bikini, with a yellow diaphanous skirt that reach all the way down to her shiny brown glass pumps. Except for the gold leaf-shape in her belly button her midriff was bare; but a yellow diaphanous shawl was tied around her shoulders. She wore long yellow gloves with leaf shapes. Riding back on her yellow-with-red-tipped hair was hat that looked like a large upside down brown leaf with a part of the stem still attached. Her eyebrows (less angled than those of Flutz) were red. Her nails were red, as well. And on her right ring finger was a topaz ring with gold in its setting. Her wand was just a twig without a leaf. Her makeup had a definite brown tinge. Bruno had stopped in surprise. But once he had gotten a good look at her, he said, "Where's my Mom?!" And she looked around, "This isn't my house!" Alfred had never seen the inside of the bully's place before. But, as he looked around, too, he saw that it was different from the way he'd always imagined it. It fitted with the way the Flutz had dressed up Bruno. There weren't even any girls he knew that would like to stay here for long. Flutz made the formal introduction in a formal manner, "This is Lady Erst. She is your governess." Bruno, in mascara, looked at her blankly. "What's a governess?" With annoyed patience Lady Erst informed her mistress, "I am to look after your finishing. It is my duty to see that you become a proper fairy princess." Bruno said, "You saying a little kid's going to tell me what to do!?" The little kid answered with great dignity, "As humans reckon age, I would be close to fifty." Her alto did not sound that much like a child's. Flutz commented, "Not that close." Bruno said, "Oh, I see. I'm still imagining dumb things!" and held her golden head. "Ma!! Call the doctor!! Get me some medicine or something for my head!" Lady Erst, her child's lips done in brown-red, told him, "Your mother is not here." Bruno whined, "Where is she!?! I want her!" Lady Erst said, "She has been sent to a happier place. Are you familiar with the stories of what happens to humans that enter the Magic Realm?" Albert didn't think she sounded like the happy sort. Bruno said, "No, of course not! There's no such thing as magic!" Lady Erst could make the ends of her eyebrows move. She said, "I knew the task was to be difficult, but to have to go back before the basics." She comforted herself with, "I am glad that part of her curriculum is not included in my duties." Flutz protested, "Why cannot a true instructor of the art be exchanged!?! I am just the Royal Hereditary Godmother!" The child-like elder frowned at the smaller fairy teen practically in her face. "Because, Former Lady Flutz, it is your spell that is the source of this disaster. To unwind its damage it must be you that put the princess right." Then she sniffed at her, "Or as right as the likes of you are capable of." Flutz argued, "See!?! You acknowledge you cannot rely on me! Why entrust me with project of such importance to the future of the Magic Realm?!!" Lady Erst clapped her hands. Alfred thought she was trying to smash Flutz. The little fairy darted away like she thought she was. But, no: Lady Erst said, "Clover! Attend!" At her side, fairy glitter popped out of nowhere but only spread as far as an outline. The outline was filled in by a cute green haired girl who looked to be Alfred's and, now, Bruno's age. She was dressed similarly to Bruno. Her puffy sleeves and embroidered border of her square neckline, though, were light green. The tapering bodice was green. Instead of a golden girdle, hers was silver with green clover ornaments. The skirt of her short dress was dark green, open to display her light green petticoats with lacey frills. Her ribbons and bows garter belt were light green. Both stocking were green; both high gloves were light green. All had little green clovers. She was raised up onto her tiptoes by shiny light green glass pumps. On her right ring finger was an emerald ring with a silver bead in its setting. As soon as the sparkles had settled on the floor, she curtseyed, "Princess. I am Clover, your lady-in-waiting," she acknowledged. Alfred liked the size of her bust. Bruno took one look at her, and said, "I'll go find a doctor myself," turning to leave. Lady Erst ordered her to, "Stay!!" The glitter jumped from her twig to her small but commanding hand. Princess Bruno slowed, but would not stop. Lady Erst sternly, "Stay, I said!" switching her wand. Bruno stepped high as she cried, "Ow!" and held the back of her thighs at the gap between the hem and stocking tops. She turned around, and told her, "Stop that! I don't have to listen to you!" Lady Erst cried, "Flutz! Teach her to believe in magic!" Flutz's graceful shoulders slumped, "Oh-ww! That's the problem with giants. Most of them only think what they want to believe." Alfred volunteered, "I believe in magic! See?!" The terrible child, Lady Erst looked at him for the first time, "When one spies, it is not polite to bring attention to oneself," and looking down on him. Buzzing between then, Flutz said, "He is correct, though. He is a giant who can believe." Alfred told them, "I read Harry Potter." Lady Erst raised her mascara-rimmed eyes, and showed her general disapproval of the idea, but she let Flutz say, "You need to want to appear before the princess." Alfred said, "What!?!! Bruno's looking for somebody he can beat up!" The only reason Bruno hadn't left yet was he was watching the switch that the little girl was threatening to use again every time she moved. She was just about on the point of deciding to beat her up. (Bruno said, "I heard of a guy who sees things talking to himself, but not the things not talking to him.") The girl, Clover spoke, "You are protected by magic." Alfred liked the sound of her voice. There was a wind chime in it. Lady Erst told the older looking child, "Only if the princess believes. Then, once she does, the princess should soon have the magical advantage." Alfred paled, "Does that mean when she believes in magic she can beat me up with it!?!" Teen Flutz said, "I shall make you a compact. For every favor you render us, the Royal House of Straphostyles, I shall give you a pinch of faerie alloy." (Soft and cute Bruno told her, "I don't want anything to do with this! I hate fairies!!") Alfred said, "You mean that fairy dust stuff: With the magic in it?!! I get my own magic!! Okay, you've got a deal!!" Mascara-eyed Bruno was startled. "Alfred!!?! This stupid nightmare won't stop getting worse!" Alfred told himself not to disappear. For magic, he swallowed, and said, "This is your chance to feel better." Pink-and-violet shadowed Bruno said, thinking about it, "Yeah... You're right! This whole sissy, fairy, sicko thing began with you hitting me. I can end it by hitting you on the head!" And she ran at him with her fist raised. Alfred couldn't help himself. He disappeared. But as soon as Bruno missed him, he jumped on her back. (Bruno really did feel like a girl!) He landed high enough up to send her sprawling to the ground." D?colletage Bruno cried, "Ow!! These tits hurt!" Diaphanous Flutz coached Alfred, "Now put your knees around her waist and your shins up on her derriere." At 12, Alfred was wrestling the body of a girl, and liking it. Only his upbringing and knowing who was in the body could spoil it. He tried not to think of about those. But also being 12-years-old, the girl was slightly bigger and stronger than he was. He had to hold on for dear life. "Get off of me, you little twerp! When I get my hands on you!!" She screeched. Alfred asked the fairy, "Why am I doing this!?!!" Buzzing where he could clearly see her, she told him, "You are making her aware of her body!" Alfred asked, "How could she not be aware!?!!" Flutz told him, "She is in a state of denial! The next stage is anger." Alfred cried, "She's not angry enough!!?!" Suddenly Alfred got an idea. He grabbed her long golden hair, and used them as his reigns. "Who's the sissy fairy, now, Bruno!! How does it feel to be a girl!?!! Do you like having tits! Bet you can't wait to kiss boys! Bet it's always been your idea to-" Bruno yelled as loud as Alfred had ever heard him or her yell, "No!!! That's a lie!!! I don't never want to do things like that!! How can I be imagining this!!?! I can't dream of that!!" and she began to weep. Alfred said, his mouth down next to her ear, "Do you think being a girl is your dream: Or do you want to believe in magic?" Bruno sobbed, "Damn it!! Magic! I want to believe in magic!" Alfred felt himself rising off of the girl. "Oh, no!! She's knows how to use her magic already!!?!" Rising with him, Flutz said, "No. It is I who is levitating you. For a giant to say they believe in magic is not enough. But it is the start." While Bruno cried, and-lashing out when Clover came too her mistress's aid-coming to terms with the traumatic change in his life, Alfred was set down to stand on his own two feet. "Do I get the fairy dust, now?" Flutz said, "You have kept your side of the bargain," waving her flower wand. Between his thumb and index a pinch of fairy glitter appeared. A fairy-size pinch. Alfred cried, "Hey!!" But he had magically appeared inside his own bedroom. Alfred yelled into the air, "You tricked me. I wanted a pinch of magic my size. What can I wish for with this much!?!!" Nothing. He yelled, "I wish you would keep our bargain! I wish for enough fairy dust to make decent wishes!" In a tiny burst the fairy glitter disappeared. And in its place was a boy-sized pinch. Alfred grinned. "Of course! Just a little magic, and a lot of wishing!" And he threw it up in the air, letting his room become come filled with fireworks. Chapter Two: The Fair Damsel Alfred hadn't gotten much sleep. After his little display, he had tried to wish up more fairy dust. And found that it took something more than just greed. He had sworn at himself and collected the fairy dust that had remained. He had even picked it off of his clothes and the dirty green area carpet. He kept what he had clutched in his hand the whole afternoon, and evening. He would look at it, thinking about what he could wish for. But when its light started to do more than shimmer, he would stop himself. That was what he was doing as he lay in bed in just his underwear. If he wished for one thing, the wish would be gone. He couldn't wish for anything else. Alfred was wishy-washy. Almost. He did, in the end, think of something to wish for. He fell asleep with that on his mind. When he woke up, he found them in bed with him. They were five plastic vials with caps that had scoops pointing down. His problem was he needed more wishes. That meant more fairy dust... especially if he was going to be greedy. === He dressed in the same clothes he'd worn yesterday. He grabbed a couple of pop-ups out of the box and headed for the front door. He was soon knocking on the neighbor's door. "Hello! It's me! Alfred! I came to help again!" The door was opened by the girl named Clover; she, too, was dressed as he remembered her, in a green version of the Princess's costume. "Hello, Master Alfred. I cannot let you enter for they are all asleep at the moment." Alfred was disappointed, "Oh. Will they be awake soon? School's going to start soon." Then he thought of, "If I can have a wish, I won't have to go to school." Clover, in green tinged lipstick, said, "You go to school? Oh, what is that like? Tell me please." She did not seem able to move the ends of her lovely green eyebrows as well as the two other fairies. Alfred looked at her, "You sound like you want to go to school?" Clover looked inside, and then quietly closed the door. She lead Alfred along the porch, "Oh, yes! All I have ever known are my nurse and Lady Erst." Alfred found the more he heard her voice the more he wanted to hear more, "You can at least play with other kids?" The cute but melancholy girl reached out with her light green fingernails and her clover wand appeared. Waving it, the fairy glitter came loose. It settled onto the porch into... Alfred wasn't sure if they were creatures or toys. They all had eyes. Two spun like tops. They liked to either dance or bump into each other. Two of them were balls that played games with themselves. Three were plaid snakes or worms. One of them grabbed on to its tail while the other two lifted themselves up and rolled him between them. But one was a tan teddy bear in a pink dress. This Clover hugged to herself. It helped her feel better, "Fairies do not have many children. We are so precious to them we are carefully guarded. Whenever the few of us are allowed our social times together, each of us has at least one adult there to spoil things. We have to be very careful with each other. If an adult does not like how another child is treating their child, they will challenge her adult to a dual. Feuds can then follow." She sat on the railing with her bear. "I often wonder what it is like to be a human." She looked at Alfred so quickly her ringlets moved, "What is it like!?!" there was a sudden urgency in her voice. Alfred sat on the rail next to her, "I thought it was okay. But there are things I'd like to change. I maybe can, now, when I get more magic." Clover asked timidly, hugging her teddy bear, "What kind of things. Are they very bad things?" Alfred wished she would look at him with those big, beautiful green eyes. Alfred said, "Well, I won't do any of the stuff that grownups think are bad. I mean, now that I know that there is magic, people with more magic than I can get have got to have tried to change things." Alfred started making a list, "My number one thing I want to see changed already has. Bruno is now the Princess. I only hope making him a fairy makes him a sissy." He rubbed the back of his head, and worried, "I hope he, she doesn't become a worse bully with her magic." The Princess had golden eyes, didn't she? He really couldn't remember. Clover said, "First they must train her to act like a proper princess. Only then will she be taught when it is permissible to display her royal wrath." Her could only see part of her face as her green ringlets that her green hair ended in hid some of it. Alfred said, "I hope that happens back in Magicland, and away from me." Clover sighed, her young bosom rising a bit out of her low square neckline. "It would do you little good. Unless her advisors can think of a good reason for her not to seek you out." Alfred said, "Oh, that's just great!" Clover continued, "She would try to lure you into a fairy circle. Your own wishes will be used against you." She let her gaze wander to the toy-beasties playing on the porch, "Or she shall find some-body of the magic realm she can exile. She would aim for you to be the one exchanged." Alfred asked, "'Exchanged'?" The things she had conjured up dissolved to fairy dust. Even her teddy bear. "Unless you were brought to the her, you would have no more substance in the Magic Realm than those fooleries." She got off the rail and, adjusting the back of her dark green skirt, headed for the door. "Once there, though, wishes become real. Only... only," she paused to take one last look at him, "how can one win over the wishes of many? And Royals, at that." Alfred was thinking of that as he watched Clover go back inside. He jumped down off the rail, and started collecting as much of the fairy dust in his vials as he could. He muttered, "Oh, great! Now I have to save the magic up just so that Bruno doesn't get her wish!" === Alfred spent a good deal of his time at school checking and rechecking to make sure the fairy dust that filled a little of one of his vials was still there in his pocket. During lunchtime, he went off by himself and practiced quick-drawing a vial out and uncapping it. His sister asked, "What are you doing?" Startled, Alfred screamed, and nearly dropped the vial. He was glad he hadn't been using the one with the dust in it. Maia North said, "Where'd he get that? It looks, maybe, like something a crackhead or someone would use." The highlighted chestnut wore more makeup than her parents allowed her to. She also wore clothes they didn't approve of; today it was high heel platform clogs, purple pantyhose, black bike shorts, long brown black imitation- leather vest, and blue camo sports bra. And besides the navel ring and matching ring on her three of her fingers, she wore a silver ring that pulled the bra down, to more expose the third or fourth largest pair of tits in the sixth grade. Morgan said, "Alfred! You'd better get rid of that before you're caught with it!" His brunet twin sister had come under Maia's influence. She had started wearing long thin skirts (sky blue, today) that she could fix into miniskirts, black stockings with garter belt, and blouses (teal) that she could tie up to reveal her midriff and unbutton down to show her very modest cleavage, and glimpses of her black bra. She carried hair tools in her purses, and had a hidden stash of pantyhose and tights. She used Maia's makeup, even though she said it wasn't her shade. Alfred told them, "Why? What's it to you!?!" Maia answered, "It's not just us. It's the Cadre." She wore too much perfume. Alfred said, "Why would that bunch of girls care?" Maia, in iced peach gloss lipstick, told him, "The Cadre cares about anything that gets the attention of the adults." Morgan preferred clear frost lipstick; she said, "Yeah! If there's enough trouble, they'll start talking about enforcing the dress code." Eyebrow penciled Maia said, "Or, ugh, school uniforms." Alfred's hand had slipped into the pocket with the vial of fairy dust. Morgan's clear frost manicured hands grabbed hold and pulled his hand out. "I thought you were acting guilty." Seeing nothing, she let go. Turning halfway to leave, she said, "If you cause any trouble, I'll make you wear girl's clothes again!" Maia laughed at the idea, "Boys are really beautiful, aren't they?" Alfred didn't like her or Morgan's laugh. Or their costumes. Alfred looked at the vial. The fairy dust was still in there. He didn't want to, but, "I guess I'm going have to waste this just to wish nobody sees the vials, too." Looking at his watch he saw that recess was just about over. But as he flipped the cap open, he thought. "Wait a minute! Will it even work? Magic only works if you believe. But, then, Bruno didn't see me yesterday when I didn't want him to. The big fairy was sore 'cause all she could do was switch him with her wand, but she did do that." Alfred was still trying to figure it out when the bell rang. "I guess I need to learn more about magic, too." === As soon as school was over with, Dom, Mick and Terry were waiting for him. Why didn't they go and see what had kept Bruno out of school? They were his gang! Alfred was glad he hadn't wasted the fairy dust. Using the vial like a wand, he made his wish. === Clover was sitting prim and proper in a fancy with pink heart-shaped upholstery and a lot of wire-thin fretwork. Sitting directly across from her in the dining room was Princess Bruno in a matching chair. She, though, was not sitting so prim and proper. Lady Erst, still looking like a serious five or six-year-old, instructed Bruno, "You must keep your knees together." When the girl still dressed in violet and purple did, the governess told her, "That does not mean crossing your legs. A true lady never crosses her legs." Bruno, her makeup no longer perfect, said, "I just have to sit here without moving!?! But it hurts!" she whined. "I'm sore in places I never had before! I don't like having hips..." Lady Erst said, "You shall become inurned to the proper courtly postures..." She sounded like she knew from experience. Maybe that was why her colors were those of a fall leaf. Alfred didn't know if Clover could see him. Remembering yesterday, he said, "Hello, Clover." Being courteous, she said, quietly, "I can not speak with you, at the present." Her profile was cute in everyway. Alfred said, "As soon as you can?" Clover tilted her head down in a yes, barely disturbing her curls. Lady Erst told Bruno, "It is permitted to cross your ankles." Even when she gave, her alto sounded stiff. Princess Bruno, her shapely legs in thigh high violet and purple stockings with pink hearts stockings asked, "Why can't I cross my legs then!?!" Having a one-track mind, he hadn't given up thinking about, "I always sit with my legs crossed!" Leaning on her twig, Lady Erst told her, "You may not cross your legs because... How I can I put this tastefully? A true and proper lady never does in public what she does in her bed." Princess Bruno, in a snug bodice, asked, "I can cross my legs in bed, then?" Despite himself, Alfred had become interested. Lady Erst, looking like a teacher in pain, said, "If your are scheduled to be alone: Yes, you may cross your legs in the bed. But you have failed to comprehend the point. (For which I should be grateful, considering the corrupt life you've been exposed to.)" Looking spitefully down the bosom revealed by her low pink embroidered d?colletage, Princess Bruno asked, "Can a prince cross his legs in bed?" The made-up Lady Erst reminded the former boy, "You are not a prince. ...And I fail to see why would a prince would want cross his legs in your bed." Bruno cried, "My bed!!?!" Cherub-faced Lady Erst said, "We were talking about the crossing of legs in your bed." She said this rather mater- of-factly. Raisin a green fingerless gauntleted hand, Clover said, "If I may, Lady Erst? Princess, She means legs-together is modest because of the way women make love." Princess Bruno had to think about that. 12-year-old Alfred thought about that, too. Princess Bruno did not like the answer she figured out, "Then I should be allowed to cross my legs!! I don't want to make love or anything but punches to a guy!!!" Clover said, "Oh, dear!" and had to take her hand off the decorative petticoat over her thighs to hold them together. Yellow manicured Lady Erst waved her twig, and Clover slumped forward a trifle, visibly relieved. Princess Bruno, on the other hand, crossed her stocking- clad legs. And her gauntlet-clad arms. The only thing that kept a look of triumph off her cute face was that her arms were pushed up against her new breasts. "Ha! Can't make a lady out of me." Lady Erst said to Clover, "You have my permission to escort the young gentleman into the waiting doone. This next part of the instruction is better not heard by a member of the opposite gender." The much taller Clover rose; "Yes, Lady Erst," and curtseyed. Alfred knew he didn't know enough about magic to cross this stern child with the switch. He followed the legs and hips of Clover to the back of the house. Meanwhile, he still heard: Lady Erst said, "This is why a lady does not open her thighs!" Switch! Switch! Princess Bruno cried, "Ow! Ow! You didn't say anything about thighs!" Lady Erst told her, "A lady does not speak of thighs!" Princess Bruno told her, "You just did!!" Lady Erst said, "Open, they invite glances at your most intimate place!" Princess Bruno cried, "If you don't want them to look, why put me in a dress!!?!" === The back door opened onto another world. It was a fairy place, just as Alfred knew from the little kids' books. The flowers and mushrooms had grown higher than Alfred and Clover, but the mown grass had not. A few large butterflies and ladybugs could be seen, and the dragonflies could also be heard. Alfred only heard the crickets. And somewhere was running water, like a brook. The path they walked on had softly shimmering pebbles. The sun was warm, and a breeze cooled. The air was filled only with the best sounds and scents of nature. Alfred asked in wonder, "Is this Magicland?" Clover said, "No. This is a doone. It is a non-place, separate from your own." Her transparent green glass slippers made her taller than him. Alfred said, "Oh... Magic. Like a pocket dimension, maybe? I read about those in comics." Clover smiled, briefly, "I have never read these... comics." She sat down, lady-like, hands folded near her knees on top of her light green, frilly petticoats, on a mushroom. Alfred stood close by, looking at another mushroom next to it. (It was shorter.) "You have to be Bruno's, I mean, the Princess's role model, or whatever, don't you? It must be hard. Being around Bruno is never fun." Clover said, again unable to look him in the eye, "No, not a model, exactly. Have you heard of harmonic magic?" Alfred said, leaning a hand down on the other mushroom said, "I'm guessing it doesn't have anything to do with harmonicas." Clover closed her beautiful, mascara-rimmed eyes and shook her head weakly, "I do not know what harmonicas are, either, but I doubt it. Do you know what tuning forks are?" Alfred said, "They have something to do with music lessons, don't they?" Clover put her slim hands on the mushroom, and got down from her mushroom. "Never mind." She made sure the back of her dress was down and smooth. "Let us spend this time together thinking of pleasant things. I don't know how long you will like me." Then she said softly, sadly, "Or I will like myself." Alfred walked beside her, "What's not to like!? You're the prettiest, nicest girl I know! Which tells you what girls around here are like." Clover told him, "You have just met me. This is not the real me." Her photogenic head was tilted down. Alfred got ahead of her, walking backwards to try and get her to look him with her beautiful green eyes and shadows. He said, "You mean the fancy manners you have to have. Well, the real you can't be any worse than my sister and her friends. "Look, Lady-in-Waiting, here a guy and girl go on a date to get to know each other. My parents think I'm too young for that-But I don't think I can wait. You'll have to go back to Magicland as soon as Bruno acts like you, right?" Clover fell to her stocking-encased knees, and sobbed, "I wish I was!" Alfred knelt down beside her; "You're not going back??! Then does that means we can-No. Magicla- Magic Realm is your home. I wouldn't like it if-" Clover lifted her face from the ringlets, and said to the air, "I, I'm coming, Lady Erst! I need to fix my makeup, first!" Then she turned to Alfred. She put something in his hand. "Here!" It was a handful of pebbles from the shimmering walkway. Before he knew it, she was gone. But instead of fairy glitter falling from where she'd been it was more pebbles. Then the doone was gone, and Alfred found himself in Bruno's ordinary backyard. === Alfred remembered a scene from "Bewitched", right after it happened to him. He went through the back door, and on the other side was the front of the house. Looking back the way he came, all he saw was the backyard. He looked at the pebbles in his hand. He knew by the feel they had become fairy dust. He thought about using it to get back in the house. That idea was put on hold when Mick yelled, "Look! It's the sissy-boy!" Bruno's gang had finally come for a visit. Alfred ran for his house. === His mom and dad were still at work, and Alfred had locked himself in the bathroom. While he listened for the alarms, he checked the fairy dust in his hand. Somehow he had made it without wasting a wish. Carefully, he got a few bits of dust from his hand into a separate vial from the other he had. He then used the cap's scoop to scrape in those that still stuck to his skin, and, then, put the cap back on. There wasn't much. But at least it was a fairy's pinch. And a fairy's wish. He gazed at it, wondering what Clover's wish was. The dust shimmered and he saw colored shapes move within the vial. The more he tried to make out what they were, the more he could... until: The perfectly posed Clover was sitting just as Alfred had found her. Princess Bruno was sitting across from her, again, trying hard to fidget. Hold her twig across her bare midriff with the gold leaf in her belly button, Lady Erst said, "You may cross your ankle, now." Princess Bruno told her, "I don't feel like it!" Her pink and violet themed makeup had been redone. Sounding old, Lady Erst sighed, deeply, "Clover, show the Princess how it is done." Clover not only crossed her trim ankle, she made sure that just the toe of the foot was touching the floor. Standing like an underage orchestra conductor, Lady Erst waved her twig wand. Despite the struggle Bruno put up, she had to imitate her lady-in-waiting. Lady Erst waved her wand again to make sure that the princess's foot was perfectly, daintily, pointing. In her brown bikini and little else clearly visible, Lady Erst then said, "There! That is not so bad. The more times you accomplish an assignment, the more natural it will become, thanks to our little Clover. "If you will just but learn not to resist, can move can make it even easier and more enjoyable for you." Already feeling outwardly worse than girlish, Princess Bruno told her, "I don't want to like being a girl!!" As brittle as dry leaves, Lady Erst assured her, "You will, once we have transferred your unsuitable human traits into one of them. Then...." Her voice rose in anticipation, "Then we can bring you into harmony with Clover!" Clover choked back tears. Alfred gazed at her as she uncrossed her ankles, and re- crossed them. She was the cutest, most girlish girl he had ever seen. If he weren't too young to be in love that's what he would think he was. No, it had to be because she reminded him of somebody else. Who was it she looked like? The thought began to nag at him. Morgan tried to open the bathroom door, "Are you in there, Alfred?!" Alfred was about to answer her with a, 'Who else would it be?' when: He flung open the door, "Morgan! You're in the band! What do you know about tuning forks!?!" Morgan had taken off most of her makeup and readjusted her clothes. She saw, "You still have those vials!?! I said I would dress you in my clothes if I caught you with any!" Alfred said, "Okay! It's not like you haven't done it before. Just tell me about tuning forks: Two of them!" Morgan said, "Oh! You're not afraid of looking like a girl, hunh!?!" And she grabbed him around his neck and dragged him off towards her room. "We'll just see about that!! I'll get a picture this time!" His nose up against a breast, Alfred went along with her, "Tuning forks! Two tuning forks!!" Morgan shoved him up the stairs. Not liking his being distracted from his torture, she put her fists on her hips, and told him, "When you hit a tuning fork, it will make another ring, too! But only if there is a harmonic resonance between them." Alfred got it, "Harmonic magic!" === Squirming as best as she could, Princess Bruno grouched, "What do you do when your butt gets sore!?! I've been sitting here for hours!!" Switching her own short leg for emphasis, Lady Erst said, "You endure. A proper lady does not draw attention to her physicality. Be it discomfort or... other commonalities." Wrinkling her perfect upturned nose, Bruno said, "Being a lady really stinks! Being a princess has got to reek!" Alfred told him, "Not if you wear perfume!" He'd appeared in a shower of glitter. Despite the spell she was under, Clover rose off her seat in wonder. Alfred was wearing brown wedge sandals, black tights, a short black-and-white plaid skirt, a green blouse, gold and plastic bracelets, matching necklaces, a pair of gold earrings, and night makeup. There was even an extension attached to his hair under a scrunchie. He curtseyed to Lady Erst, saying, "There has been a mistake. I am the princess you have been looking for. Ask the rose fairy." Lady Erst, raised her twig wand, "Flutz!! Did you blunder again!! Answer me!!" Tearing, Clover went over to Alfred, "Please! You do not have to do this for me!" Alfred, in true blue eye shadow, said, "And let you become Bruno!?! I'd much rather you become me." Clover wept, "But you would have to become me!" Alfred, in apple red frost lipstick, said, "I believe I already have." The End of this installment.