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Who's a Fairy? 3-4: Charming By Ron Dow75 Chapter Three: Princess Charming The made-up Alfred was dressed in his sister's clothes, brown wedge sandals, black tights, a short black-and-white plaid skirt, a green blouse, costume bracelets and necklaces, and gold earrings, and night makeup. There was even a brunet extension attached to his hair. At 12, he knew he made a fairly convincing girl. He looked at Clover, the green haired fairy who looked his age. The way she was dressed, except for the its green color, reminded him of a girl out of a Mother Goose book he must have seen somewhere. Even the way the short skirt opened up to show a decorative light green and frilly petticoat. "I think I remember hearing about Fairies leaving changelings. You used to be human, didn't you?" Clover looked embarrassed. "Tha... that's what they tell me." At least her cheeks blushed red. The six-year-old looking, more "I Dream of Jeannie" than Mother Goose in her brown bikini and yellow gossamer, Lady Erst told him, indicating the other girl in the dining room, "And once the Princess has the human impurities drawn out of her, Clover will be allowed to return to the human she was meant to be." Alfred, in his true blue eye shadow, challenged the elder fairy, "You mean stop being a cute, nice girl and becoming an ugly bully!? If she has to become a boy, let it be me!! I say I am really the princess that got switched for a human! "Look!" And with an arm that had gold and plastic bracelets, he held up a plastic vial. "I can do magic! Bruno can't! Doesn't that prove he isn't a magic fairy?!" Bully Bruno, now a fairy princess, had to, for once, agree with the sissy twerp, "That's right! I don't know squat about magic!" Again the cutesy girl tried to struggled to get off the chair where etiquette was being forced on her. The rigid Lady Erst told him, "That proves nothing! We are dealing with hereditary rights, not ability." Lady Erst drew her lean self with a child's potbelly up to her full 3 feet 7 inches. "When Princess Myosotia is restored to her fairy form, then she can be return to the Magic Realm. There she will have the full resources of the court to buttress any deficiencies she may have." For somebody who looked like a little kid, her attitude never let you think she was. Alfred's apple frost lips went down. He had thought he had the perfect answer. Now what!?!! "Isn't there anyway for me prove I'm princess, not Bruno?" Bruno pleaded, "Give her a chance!" She currently had one glass slipper up on the seat, the other against the outside of a leg of the chair, a hand pressing on the back of the chair, and the left on the seat, between her thighs. All of which were quite un-lady- like in her short purple dress with the pink petticoat showing up the middle. Lady Erst, in her yellow with brown sides eye shadow, looked to the boy who was still a boy dressed like a human girl again. "You do seem to have more of the bearing." Alfred stood up straight, sock-filled bra out, and put his red press-on nailed hands down in front of himself, on his plaited skirt, as he remembered his sisters had to do when they were forced to be on their best behavior. "See? I already know a lot about being a girl. It'll be easier to teach me to act like a lady and a princess." Clasping her light green manicured hands together, Clover told him, "Please, Master Alfred! The courtly life is not as you may imagine it to be." Without blush, Alfred said, "I don't know, I can imagine it to be pretty bad. But it can't be much worse than what my mom and dad have to go through at their jobs. And I'll have, uh, job security. I will be a Royal Princess, after all." The button nosed Lady Erst snubbed, "The truth comes out. It is just a play for power." Alfred said, "I want to use magic. I want to save Clover." He dropped small hands from in front of him, "But the truth is, I want to be a girl." The one of Lady Erst's elfin eyebrows went up as she looked for a trick. Alfred held out his sister's hem, and bent a black tight- clad knee over the other, "I didn't know I did until today. But why else did I let my sisters dress me up? I would have found out sooner or later. But later will be too late. I do have the soul of a girl." He reached out and hugged the top of Clover's chest to his, "Thank you, Clover! It was because of you I thought of myself." Bruno was disturbed, "You really are a sissy fairy??" Alfred said, "I'm not a sissy. I'm just an ordinary coward." Then, still holding one of Clover's hands, he turned to the Lady Erst, "And I'm not a fairy, yet. But as a princess, I know I can't be a coward. I will do my best. I think Bruno will always be basically a coward." Sissified Bruno cried, "Hey!! Take that back!" Alfred, in apple red lipstick, told her, "I'm trying to save you, too, you know!" Lady Erst was holding her high forehead with her little hand like she had a headache. "That was a fine speech, one worthy of a Royal. But that still does not change the laws and intent of heredity. And as history shows, human as well as faerie, I would venture, a Royal that is a petty coward would be nothing novel." (Bruno said, "Are you insulting me, too!?!") In drag outside of his house for the first time, Alfred said, starting to loose his fire of his revelation, "Then, then use your magic wand. Let it decide who's really the princess!" Lady Erst told him, "Would that I could! But Flutz was the Royal Fairy Godmother!" She shook her head; moving was her red ends of her yellow hair with the brown leaf cap. Clover, in green tinged lipstick, informed Alfred, "When the Duchess of Chervil threatened the newborn on her naming day, then former Lady Flutz cast her spell to hide the princess from her aunt. It is only through that magic that the true princess can be located." Alfred brought his free hand with the nail extensions up to the hair extension that had fallen in front of his shoulder. Stroking it, he tried to figure her out, "She hid her in the last place the aunt would look, in a human boy. And evil aunt wouldn't know that, because the boy was put in the girl princess..." (Bruno paled, "Somebody's out to get me if I stay a stupid princess!?!" Now she tried to rock the chair.) Lady Erst said, indignantly, "Duchess Grammoura is not evil. She is the Royal Third-in-Succession to the throne. Her threat to the princess's life was just normal courtly intrigue. Flutz overreacted." The little stern kid bent her twig like an epee fencer. Clover told Alfred, "See what I mean about courtly life?" Her soft, warm hand tugged on the back of his blouse sleeve. Patting her manicured hand, Alfred told her, "All stories have to have a villain, or, uh, villainess or two," and he glanced at Erst. Would she be one of his? (Bruno said, "That's the side I'm supposed to be on!" The chair couldn't even be tipped.) Mascara-rimmed Clover's looked at Alfred with admiration. "You are not a coward." Alfred said, "No, I am a coward. But I want to be a princess more than I want to run." Mascara was another thing he hadn't put on. Lady Erst's short arm waved her twig wand, and, in a burst of sparkles, she held a small suede pouch. "I will make you an offer. Forget about becoming the Princess, and I will give you enough faerie alloy to keep you a girl for the rest of your life." Alfred looked at the bag. His tongue wet his lipstick. His smack smeared it. "Will I really be a girl?" Lady Erst said with a look a child-like honesty, "As much as faerie alloy and the power of your wishing it to be can make you one." (Bruno argued, "Don't listen to her! You'd just be a swishy sissy then! You want to be a fairy!) Clover, her heart sinking at the sight of the girl-boy about to drool, said, "The people around you will only think you are a girl." Alfred asked, "Will I think I'm a girl? When I touch myself, will my body have the shape and feel of a girl?!" He touched the curves he did not have. (Bruno said, "Take it from me: It's different when you're not on the outside! -No, wait! I want him to want inside instead of me.) Lady Erst said, "If that is your wish," looking pleased with her craftiness (and a brat). Alfred asked, "May I try it first?" (Bruno cried, "No! Don't do it! It's got to be a trick! (Groan!) The pansy never listens to me!") Lady Erst thought about it. "You know magic lasts only as long as you can sustain the wish? Only a few humans have been able to hold onto a wish beyond a fortnight without fresh application." Taking one of his hands in her warm ones, Clover translated, "She means that you will never be able to remain a girl without the use of more faerie alloy!" Alfred understood, "That is why I would need that whole bag." He pulled free of Clover, and stepped up to Erst. She gave him a pinch. Her-size pinch. He tossed it in the air. Doomed to be cutesy, Bruno cried, "No!! Don't do it! You can be a princess, instead of just a... a..." He looked at Alfred, unable to believe her eyes. But then that was her main problem. Mascara and eyebrow made-up Clover asked, "Master Alfred??" Little Lady Erst was annoyed. "I thought you wished to be a girl?" As far as any of them could see, he hadn't changed at all. Alfred curtseyed swiftly to her, "I do." He then straightened up. "But I'd be a human girl. A bag of fairy dust wouldn't last nearly long enough. I'd end up wasting it on other wishes." She gestures became more confidently girl-like, "I'd want all the latest fashions and gimmicks, not to mention just experimenting on new looks." Lady Erst looked away, troubled, "You show a ruler's wisdom." Alfred said, hoping he was saying the right thing as he put his hands in front on him again, "Then how's this for Royal thinking? I show you how serious I am about being more than just a human girl by just letting everybody except that I am a boy who dresses like a girl?" Princess Bruno groaned, "That's what the sissy fruit wanted all along, I bet." And she dropped her head in despair, losing her face in the ringlets. Alfred told him, and them, "No! Look at Clover!" And his blue eyes did as well, "I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. Except for changing the color and style of her hair, she has the face and body of the real princess. And she acts like my idea of the perfect, most, uh, feminine girl, too. If I wish to be a girl, this is the girl that is everything I could wish to be." And he returned his eyes to Lady Erst, "And I do wish to be a girl: This, the only girl for me. I will not settle for being just an imitation." And he looked at Bruno, "And I will not let Bruno wreck her!" Lady Erst little mouth with bronze wine lipstick commented, "Would-be self-love. Something a Royal needs." Then she told him, "By my all too brief, and yet all too long exposure, to the current princess, human males find the idea of themselves being female offensive." Alfred raise the chest under the sock-filled bra, "That is right. That is why this is a test of how much I wish to be the princess. Wishes are power to fairies." Lady Erst's hazel eyes studied him. "And will there be the penalty if you cannot sustain that desire?" Alfred tried to keep his determined, brave and partially made-up face on, "Like you said, boys find it offensive. Girls, too. At my age, my life would be ruined." Lady Erst said, "In other words, you are well motivated to sustain your foolishness." Alfred's eyes showed his cunning, "The more powerful the wish, the powerful the magic." Clover, in her high green gloves, pleaded with the governess, "Please, Lady Erst! He has shown himself more worthy than most petitioners! Let him earn the chance to prove himself the princess." Seeing one last hope, soprano Princess Bruno said, "Yeah! Let the fairy have her shot at being me!" Glitter-sprinkled Lady Erst made her pouch of fairy dust disappear. "You had your opportunity to leave this idea of being the Princess behind you and gain whatever else your heart may desire. Be it a girl or... other fantasy. "Are you ready to risk all further contact with fairies on this one roll of the die?" Trembling from nerves, Alfred nodded. "I'm in love." Lady Erst told him, "Hold out your hand." When he had, he saw fairy dust fall from her wand into it. She indicated with her wand where she wanted him to stand. Clover saw what was happening, and took her position. "You, and Clover, say what I am about to say." Both of the near teens nodded. She, then they, lifted their hands, and said after her, "Flutz, you worthless creature! Appear before us: This instant!!" Bruno hollered, "Yeah, this instant!" The fairy shining glitter fell together in the middle of their circle. Then burst. The nearly nude young woman in her red gossamer strapless gown formed out of the pop of color. The fairy with rainbow tinged insect wings was only about 4 inches long, and sprawled out like she was asleep. Flutz hovered there, her rose-colored mouth wide open sucking in air, until Lady Erst sliced the air under her with her twig wand. Brown-eyed Flutz woke up when she felt herself fall. "Eyeeep!!" She was halfway to the grass-with-flower-petals carpet before she could get her wings to lift her. Her thorny-vine-with-a-rose wand popped into her hand. "That was not amusing, Erst!!" As before, she had a habit of giving a leg a pose by bending her knees, ankles and even hip joints. The ends of her elfin eyebrows going up, Lady Erst told her, "It was not meant to be. Why were laying down on the job!?!" Buzzing up to her, peeved Flutz told her, "I wasn't laying; I was sleeping! I have no more job! I found the princess. My day of toil is retired. The rest is up to you." Her bent wrists were on her hips. Mascara-rimmed Lady Erst looked at the little thing with distain, "If your task were over, you would already be in the Magic Realm." Flutz, the teen fairy, explained, exasperated, "I am waiting for when the Moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars!" The one who looked like they needed the babysitter, Lady Erst said, "You know that is not the way of entrance." Flutz said, playing the na?f, "It is not? No wonder I am having trouble returning." She'd even put a red manicured finger up to her tiny chin. Erst's hair bristled; she said, "Enough! Did you also forget your duty and provide us with the wrong soul? This human claims to be the rightful Princess Myosotia." Her bosom near it, Flutz buzzed along the twig wand until she was facing in the direction of Alfred. "I may have been a mite hasty casting my spell, but I know I put the Princess in a boy baby." Alfred said, "Wow, I look that good?" Lady Erst said, "Flutz is just stalling." Perfect, if green, girl Clover said to him, "I think you look good." Slim but curved Flutz buzzed over towards him. "Oh! It is an impostor!" Putting his hand on the teal blouse, Alfred said, "No, I'm not a real girl. Yet. But-" With a plea in her wind chime voice, Clover interrupted, "Do not say that, former Lady Flutz! Do not call Mistress Alfred an impostor to the throne without giving him fair chance to be proven otherwise!" Bruno raised her own gale chime voice, "You don't even have to do that!" Again she tried to push herself off the chair. "I'll... what do you call it when you give up being a princess? Call it quits? Say uncle?" Trying to ignore the nettlesome Bruno, Flutz said, "No, it was not my judgment! It was that of Altair. The wand I used to cast the exchangeling spell remembered the moment the two souls were linked by the shifting Web of Souls!" The seething red Lady Erst asked her, "The moment? Not the second? Not the instant of the exchange of souls!?! The soul of our Princess!!?!" Flutz defended herself with a show of dignity, her breasts strained against the nearly transparent material, "I followed Altair's instructions quite carefully. I was first lead to a number of other souls. I did not name any of them as the Princess, now did I?" Little girl Lady Erst said, "We are to be grateful that the soul inhabiting the reflection of our Princess is not that of a frog!!?!" Her ess-back arched further, her ankles crossed, her bare toes on point, Flutz said, "There were no fauna or flora. I used all of my concentration on insuring that it was a boy baby the Princess was placed within." Then some of her display of dignity was lost, "I just was not sure which boy." Then her sense of honor returned in full measure, "When I thought I had found the body of that boy, it was Altair that provided me with the answer to the riddle. "If you wish to blame a soul, blame Altair," she said, holding out the rose wand. Erst, trying to maintain her own dignity (not helped by her little tummy), said, "An animicule is only as good as its wielder. What you have been trying to avoid saying, then, is that this other human is still also a candidate." Stomping in mid-air, Flutz said, "No! I am not trying to say that." And motioned her thorny-vine-with-a-rose at Bruno, "I tell you my animicule, my wand Altair indicates this one to be the one and true Princess Myosotia!" Alfred saw his chance, and stepped up to Lady Erst in the wedge sandals, "Just before she appeared, I wished that I was a fairy." Erst's short eyebrows frowned at this news. Flutz's more angled ones frowned, too, as she countered, "But the thought originated with Princess Myosotia! Her soul sensed she was on the verge of being found!" Then more vehemently, "Altair remembers what the soul of the Princess felt like!" Erst's bright hazel eyes flashed; "But we cannot trust you to bend truth inside your Altair to your own wishes!!" Clover, wringing her young hands, suggested, "A truth spell, perhaps?" And she suggested it reluctantly. If a lie would rescue her from her fate, she would welcome one. Erst said, "We would need a soul more familiar with truth." Alfred thought he understood, "A lie detector doesn't work against a habitual liar." Flutz was offended, "I am not a liar!!" The goodly measuring fairy leaned back in the air, and raised her rose towards him. Erst told her, "I did not say that you were!! But you are accustomed to having your life be as you would wish it to be!" Clover shook her young head slowly, discouraged, "That is the problem with magic-users." Alfred grabbed at a glitter of hope, "This has got to happen to fairies before! What do you do in your, uh-in your courts(!) to find out the truth?!!" Swinging forwards towards him, now, with her rose, Flutz told him, "She doesn't have the jurisdiction to cast that kind of spell!" The room darkened until the walls and all furniture, but the chair Bruno was stuck to, disappeared. All glowed amid a swarm of fairy glitter, Lady Erst the brightest. Under the starry darkness, the grass and petals beneath them was lit by a circle within a spinning circle with an equal armed eckxs and further marked by lines like the degrees of a compass. The four quadrants were marked by a heart, a club, a diamond, and a spade. Struggling to keep from being drawn into the revolving circle, Flutz protested, "No! No! How can this be!?!!" She could barely be heard over the fury of her buzzing wings. Lady Erst had started growing, aging, her disguise eroding as she concentrated herself on this. "You do not think the Queen would not give me, as the one responsible for her princess on this plane, the full authority to call upon the Royal Might!?!" The one in the brown bikini and yellow gossamer maxi and shawl was no longer a child in form, but a very mature and developed lean woman about 5' 3" tall. Her hair was still yellow and red, though faded. And while deeply wrinkled, they were few, and Alfred could see the severe beauty she possessed. A desperate Flutz held out her hand, trying to grab onto something or someone, "I swear by the River Isle of Trees and all that I hold sacred, I am telling the truth!!!" Clover pulled the transfixed Alfred out of her reach. The four-inch fairy was pulled into the vortex. Around and around, deeper and deeper she spiraled in towards the center of the cross. "May I be forever without fantasies if I have lied!!!" She was pivoting like a skater by the time her toes touched the meeting of the lines, the arm and wand upraised straight. She screamed. To Alfred's horror, the fairy Flutz was split open into four equal pieces. As he was turning away, he glimpsed a turning fountain of light. He just had to look. It had the most beautiful rainbow of colors playing over it he had ever seen. In awe and unease, Clover said, "Her soul is revealed." Lady Erst commanded, "To the best of your honesty and honor, who is the Royal Fairy Princess!?!!" The twisted column of light started writhing, this way and that. Alfred thought it was about to touch him. But at last it snapped around and arched over to light upon Bruno. Bruno screamed even before it touched her, and fainted. But a small piece had broken off and floated down in front of Alfred. Clover told him, "Quick catch it!" Alfred did. Lady Erst announced, "The verdict is reached." Chapter Four: Prince Uncharming Alfred found that the thing of light he held in his upraised palms felt alive, with each change of the color washing over it bringing a new sensation to him. Lady Erst, now a mature woman, was annoyed. "It is as I feared." The darkness was gone. The dining room had returned to its Fairy Princess kitsch. Princess Bruno was slumped over limp in her chair. Her skirt and petticoat rustling, Clover hurried to attend to the full-grown teenage girl without wings lying on the grass carpet. Now that she was five eight, her strapless diaphanous gown, open at the sides, looked even more transparent to Alfred. He was surprised to feel the misshapen gem in his hands respond. He felt his cock stiffen under the panties and tights he was wearing. He croaked, "What am I holding?" One shapely, stocking-leg bent up, Clover told him, "You are holding a part of the soul of former Lady Flutz." Alfred said, "A... a part?" That helped dampen his interest. Feeling her age, Erst sat down on the chair with heart- shaped upholstery and wire-thin finials that Clover had been sitting on. "The part that believes you could possibly be the Princess." Alfred now said, "It's not very big, is it?" Lady Erst rubbed her temples under her pale yellow-with- red-tips hair, "But it is enough. As long as there remains that gleam of doubt, we must take your claim seriously. The balance of powers within the Magic Realm is too precarious for us to make a martyr of your soul." Alfred blanched, "Make me a what!?!" Having felt the strength of the former Lady Flutz's heart, Clover assured him, "She said they will not." Clover stood with what was now a long-stemmed rose wand. "At least not without the proper precautionary spells." Alfred asked, "And how long will that take!?!" Lady Erst wearily looked at youngster Clover presenting her with Flutz's wand. She sighed, "I suppose." But she looked away, and barely swished her own twig wand towards her, "But it is more your wish than mine." Clover curtseyed joyfully, "Thank you, Lady Erst!! I thank you most sincerely!" Then, before the royal lady could take back that boon, (her skirt and petticoat swishing) the lady-in-waiting turned to, "Mistress Alfred, I need something metal." Alfred thought about it. "How about the clip-on earrings?" Clover said, "Are they yours?" Alfred found it a little hard to admit, "I... I was going to give them to my sister Morgan for her birthday... last year." Clover smiled with her perfect teeth, "Then they are still your possessions!" Both hands on the wands, she shook the fairy dust loose. A stream of glitter flew towards Alfred's ears. He tried not to flinch. He felt the gold-plated dangles pull loose from his lobes. They floated around in front of him... and towards the gem of doubt. With a burst of fairy dust they became... In wonder Alfred took up the heart-shaped gold locket by its chain. Clover explained, "Keep this close to you at all times. It contains that spark of doubt that can yet make you the Princess." Alfred opened the locket up. "It will protect you from former Lady Flutz." Alfred did see that lovely piece of her soul. "It will also require her to protect you, when your mortal safety is at risk." Alfred looked at the still unconscious young woman, "Is she going to be alright?" It was hard to believe she was once so tiny. Full-sized, she looked more like a human model. Clover looked at the grounded fairy with sympathy, "It will take time before she can maintain a proper preternatural form. It may be days. It may be weeks." When she fell, it would be forever. Alfred said, "I guess you mean small. Is being small important to a fairy." Clover looked at the now human-sized Lady Erst. She said, hesitantly, "Well, uh, humans are giants. Magic is not common to them. And, well, magic is fantastic." Alfred, for a moment, thought he could see through fairy eyes. "That is why humans aren't magical! Being tiny would never be one of the three wishes!" Lady Erst said, "You are much too cleaver for your own good!" Rising from the chair she shrank to the size and shape of a six or five year old girl. "Your interview is over." And as she waved her twig wand, she said, "We shall see how willing you are to be the Princess the next time we meet." === Fairy dust falling around him, Alfred saw that he was back home in his room. He knelt to collecting that that could still shimmer and glitter. But he first emptied his hand by putting the locket around his neck. He saw that plenty still of the fairy specks clung to his sisters clothes. It reminded him of the way the fairies sparkled. "If I can shrink, I can get even more magic out this. When you're small, your wishes have to be bigger... No! That isn't how it works. Is it? Shit! I thought I had it figured out." A voice from his door said, "Is that how human girls talk?" Alfred held up his vial as if it were a wand. "Who are you!?!" The pointy nosed boy with long stringy green hair looked his age and a little taller. He had on high heel leather shoes that curled at the toes. He had on knee-high green- and-brown striped socks held up with a purple cord garter with a plaited circlet. But he also had on brown hose that disappeared under his plush dark violet trunk breeches with large green codpiece. He wore a plush dark purple mantle with arms slits. His silk shirt was half brown, his left green, while his right sleeve was green, and the left brown. Everything brown had green clubs designs woven into it. He doffed his high robin-hood hat with the purple trim, "I am your betrothed." Alfred cried, "My what!!?!" The boy laughed, (his teeth were yellow), and started spinning his cap on his hand. "I am merely jesting. I am Prince Pux VI of the Imp Kingdom, and the Princess of the ruling house of the Faeries has been pledged to my royal house since before we were born." Alfred said, almost putting his hand with the vial back into his hair, "Wait a minute! The Princess is pledged? To another Kingdom?! The Imps? As in... Imps!?!" The boy entered Alfred's room, looking around with his green eyes. "It is all part of Royal politics. I am going to have to make changes, here." Alfred's frazzled attention was further divided. "Changes!?? This is my room! The Princess isn't going to be Queen?" Prince Pux said, "I cannot very well dwell in the chamber I appeared within. It is meant for a girl." And started muttering, "Magic that is without rhyme or reason, form my wish from this spirit matter." Even before he'd finished the words the things in Alfred's room began to alter themselves. The white-with-purple stripes top sheet crawled out from under his Vikings blanket and towards his bedposts. His plain maple-finished pine post-and-board bed developed splits that opened up further into rails. While the posts grew, the top sheet held on; the posts sent out arms towards each other, and the sheet became a canopy. When the bed was done changing, Alfred couldn't believe it had been his bed. The bed frame was a good three feet off the floor and its once square legs looked like they had been shaped by a lathe. The footboard and headboard were intricately sculpted with spades, diamonds, and hearts, but the largest were the clubs. And all without any fairy dust that Alfred could see. When everything has settled down Pux stepped up to the bed in his pointy-toed shoes. He ran his long-fingered hand over the blanket. "This will not do, either." And he began to mutter again. Alfred almost dared to put his hand on the one with the magic, "What makes you think you can move in!?!" Could his vial of magic take this guy on? The blanket began to reweave itself. That done, Pux could give him some smirking attention, "As I told you, Royal politics makes me think it. Though I would much rather move in with my Princess." Alfred said, "You don't think you're moving in with the Princess?" As the blanket was finishing becoming channel-stitched velvet, Pux looked down at the carpet on the floor. "It would not be proper, they tell me. It seems we must wait until we are officially wedded." Then he began to mutter his spell again. Alfred jumped off the dirty green carpet. "Why can't you wait at your own house, or castle, or toadstool until then!?!" The area carpet was going from a textured plush to a velvet that looked like moss. "And miss this adventure?" Satisfied with the way the carpet was coming, he turned to Alfred, "Would you like to see the Royal writ that permits me to quarter on these premises?" Alfred cried, "And what gives your side that right!?!!" A velum scroll unrolled in his hand. Pux told him, "Not my "side", but your side." Alfred said, "My side!?!!" Pux casually tossed the scroll at Alfred, "The payment is, I would guess, access to that faerie alloy you possess." Hearing this, Alfred stopped trying to catch the scroll without dropping the vial. "The fairy dust?" He let scroll fall to the floor Under his upraised elfin eyebrows, Prince Pux looked around, "Dust you call it? You must have used more of it than any other human in the Annals." And he muttered again. Alfred remembered; "Did Erst send for you?! Does she think meeting you will make me give up my (Cough! Cough!)" The dirt in his room became a cloud that was difficult to breathe or see in. He raised his blouse-covered arm to shield his eyes. But grit had gotten in his eyes. Not to mention what it must be doing to his nice makeup and sister's clothes. The dust settled. Alfred tried to see beyond the twitching blur-When a grayish brown monster made out of dirt loomed at him, "Roar!!" Alfred screamed, and ran for the stairs. He could hear the stupid boy-Prince laughing at him. === In the bathroom, Alfred had finally gotten the speck of dirt out of his eye. His makeup, and perhaps his hope of being a girl, was ruined anyway, so he washed his face. He took off his sister's clothes and the panties and bra with the socks stuffed in the cups. He got an old T-shirt from the laundry basket and put it on. He put the vial and locket in a pair of his jeans. Besides used underpants, he drew the line at old socks, and didn't want to go back upstairs, yet. (He could hear it being changed.) It was almost warm enough to go barefoot, so he did. He went into the kitchen and put a packaged meal into the microwave for an early dinner. "Morgan can make her own." He wondered about his other sisters. Ariel said something about cheerleader practice and a challenge. Alfred wasn't sure that was today, though. She was on a liquid protein diet, anyway. Daphne may or may not be home. She went to the local university, but she had practically moved in the rooming house that most of her college friends stayed at. Getting a fork, he went into the dining room and sat down at the table to eat out of the box. He was poking at it when his Dad came home. "Home at last! What a day." He was 5'11", with broad shoulders and less fat than one would imagine for somebody who basically sat at a desk all day in front of a computer handling insurance forms. He was still something of a soft touch who hated turning claimants down and got in trouble when he didn't. Alfred said, glumly, "Hello, Dad." Alfonse Marchen said, "I hope there's not crisis here, too. I'm about wrung out." There was a sudden thud from his room, and Alfred remembered that there was a crisis. "Uh, er, I don't know yet. Did you hear that?" Dad looked up, "What is he doing up there?!" Alfred said, "'He'? You know that much about him? Do you know who he is, too?" Dad looked at his son wondering what was going on, "Did you two get into a fight?" Alfred said, "Well, no. Not a fight." Dad said, "I'm glad to hear that." Alfred asked, "Did they make you be on his side?" Dad said, "I'm not on anybody's side. I'm on both your sides. Only I wish there were not sides. This is a family." Alfred rose from his chair, "'Family'??" Dad told him, "You may not appreciate your brother, now, but-" Alfred cried, "Brother!!?!" Dad said, "I said no more of that! Whether you like it or not, Alfred is your brother." Alfred said, "Alfred!!? Then who am I!?!!" Dad scratched his head, "What's gotten into you, Morgan?" Alfred said, "Morgan!?! They made me Morgan!?!!" He rushed back to the bathroom and its mirror. No, he looked like Alfred. He still had the brown hair and eyes, one a bit higher than the other. His lashes were naturally long, but, then, he thought, so was his nose. He stretched the collar of his T-shirt open. No there were nothing down there. He was about to feel his crotch, when he remembered, "My wish! I wished that people would accept that I was a boy dressed like a girl! No! Morgan isn't a boy! I meant me, Alfred! I didn't want to replace-" His heart froze. He rushed up the stairs. === This time he did not back down from the guy who had to have more magic than he could get his hands on, "What happened to my sister!!?!! What did you do to Morgan!!?!!" His room was completely different now. But Alfred was in no mood to look at the details. His stuffed (it had to be) green codpiece unhidden, Pux was trying out the throne that matched the headboard, only with plush purple velvet upholstery. "Is that who the fairies exchanged for me?" Alfred cried, "Exchanged!!?!" rushing towards him. Green haired Pux managed to mutter his spell and have the pile of the carpet reach up and wrap themselves around his feet and ankles. Alfred fell to his knees. Pux smiled, "An appropriate posture." Again with the yellow teeth. Alfred demanded, low and filled with rage, "Where's Morgan!?!!" Still smiling Pux put his elbow on the chair's ornate arm and his cheek on his knuckles, "I would think she is in the Magic Realm. Trading places is the most common way to and from it." Alfred wanted to know, "What are they doing to her!!?!" Pux said, "Doing to her?" He laughed. "How soon humans forget their lore of the preterfolk!" He stood up to make his hammy gestures, "Any human that enters is given a joyous, merry time! We love to throw a fest! And as good hosts, the theme will be whatever pleases the guest of honor!" Alfred tried to decipher the language, "A party? You're giving her a party?" Pux tried out the word, "A party? Yes, a party!! With all the music and dancing and songs and games and wine, mead, cider-" Alfred told him, "Morgan's too young to drink!" Pux bent down one knee that brought him closer to the human, "That is for her to decide!" And he rose up again (Alfred looked past the codpiece), "It is all based on her idea of what's fun!!" Alfred said, "You're going to let her dress the boy fairies up like girl fairies?" The he thought of the practically not there gown Fairy Godmother Flutz wore. He shuddered, trying not to think of a muscular, hairy guy like that. Pux's long lashed eyes crinkled as he said, "If that is what delights her, they will turn themselves into males just for her amusement." Alfred had another lesson to struggle with, "'Turn themselves into...' Aren't there any boy fairies?" Pux was practicing his jigs with his thin but well muscled legs, "Of course not! All fairies are female." Alfred had a thought, "You mean when they call me a fairy, they're wrong? No matter how much I look and act like a girl, I can't be a fairy?" Pux spun around in his dance, "They must be thinking of pixies. A queer folk, they, as we say. Do you wish to become a pixie?" Alfred couldn't imagine that Impish face as a pixie. Alfred pushed himself up from his knees. "Er, no. I'm still working to become a fairy." Pux walked around him, inspecting, "I think you lack the qualifications." But he said it in a voice that wasn't entirely disapproving, either. Alfred said, "Now." He wasn't sure how this Prince of the Imps would take it, if he knew how. But, then, wait until he met Bruno. "Er, about my sister? They are going to give Morgan back, aren't they?!" Pux said, "Of course! The normal stay for a human in the Magic Realm is the length of a party, one night!" He sounded like he knew. Alfred allowed himself to relax, "Great. But I don't think our parents are going to like her being out until morning. When they know to worry, they do." Pux said, "Then is it not better they do not know? What do you say I create you a new sister?" Alfred said, "Dad thinks I am Morgan!" Pux laughed, "There, see!? They will not worry about your Morgan." Alfred didn't like that laugh. Alfred told him, "And they think you're me! Alfred!" Pux plopped back on his throne, "They do!? Has the identities of any other of your family or friends been switched, too?" He thought the idea was fun. Alfred said, "Er... I'll let the fairies tell you about, uh, that one." Leaning forward, Pux said, "I look forward to their formal invitation. But, in the meantime..." And he muttered his spell again. Alfred had thought spoken spells would be louder. Suddenly, Alfred's dad could be heard, "...I said come down here! I don't want you two off fighting! Come down here where an eye can be kept on you!" Pux answered, "At once, Pater!" Albert hissed, "What do you think you're doing!?!" Rising from his throne, Pux said, "Oh? You are not in the habit of obeying your parents?" He said it like he was making a note of it. Alfred was quick to tell him, "No! Most of the time, I do: Yes! -But the point is you're not me!" The carpet had let go of his feet. Pux, briefly putting a long hand on Alfred, said, "Shall we see how much I am not you? This should be fun. What is your wager on how long before your parents have headaches?" Alfred said, "Headaches!?!" Pux said, "Perhaps they will succumb to fits of spasms and convulsions." And he lifted his unmanicured fingers, "Let us count the number of the tics they develop before they do succumb." Alfred wanted to challenge the Imp, "Why would my parents have fits!!?!!" Pux played keep away, dancing away from him on his thin legs, "Other than having to see me as you, and you as your sister?" Alfred strode after him, "But there's a spell on them!" Pux smiled as he backed towards the stairs, green and brown sleeves behind his back, "Magic relies in large part on the ability of a person to believe. Humans can respond to magic, but then their ability to suspend disbelief is called upon. But for how long can they maintain it?" As Alfred watched he saw that the Imp's royal clothes were reweaving themselves into brown jeans and purple violet T- shirt (the socks remained the same). The different threads of extra material wormed past the now brown leather oxfords and back into Alfred's, that is, Pux's room. Alfred said, "Meaning, uh, the more and longer they have to swallow, the less they can?" Pux said, "You do have the knack." He headed down the stairs. "How well can your family reconcile their idea of you with what they see in me?" Alfred cried, hurrying to stop him, "Hey! At least change your face to look like me! And I don't have any pants and shirt like that!" Pux merely laughed, jumping the last steps. Alfred told him, "If you're going to make a game out of it, play fair!!" Pux said as he came into the dining room, "Do you want me to change your face?" Alfred put his hands to his face, "Don't you touch it!" Dad told them, "Alfred! I don't want to hear that kind of talk again." Pux said, but smiling, "Sorry, Pater. I promise I will not change his face." Alfred never smiled like that. Dad said, "That's better." Then Pux pointed, "But he is wearing my clothes! Look at what I've had to wear." Dad looked at Alfred, "Morgan, we've told Alfred he is to keep out of your clothes. It's only right you stay out of his." Alfred said, "But, these, these...." He felt trapped. Dad told him, "Go upstairs and put on your own clothes. I do not want to see you in your brother's things again." He had stretched his arm out towards the stairs. Alfred looked at the Father Point. There was no arguing with him when he did that. He turned around and shuffled for the stairs. Pux said to him, "How do you think our parents will react when they see you in your new clothes?" Dad said, "What is this about your clothes? Did you get something we're going to have to take back, again?" Alfred said, "No. I made the wish you would accept me in what I wear." Pux leaned against a wall, his hands behind his head, "But has that wish been unmade? You changed out of the clothes I met you in. Without a fresh sprinkling of faerie alloy, will they accept your wishes?" Dad asked, "'Fairy alloy'? What game are you playing, now?" Alfred spun around, "You mean they could end up having a nervous break down or something if they're always forced to pretend their son is their daughter -in girl's clothes!?!" Pux grinned. That human did have the knack for understanding how magic worked. The End of this installment