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Who's a Fairy? 5-6: Ready or Not! By Ron Dow75 Chapter Five: Ready to Be a Sister? Albert stumbled back upstairs. What was he going to do!?! Dad was under a spell: A Real magic spell! He thought that the fairy - no, he said he was an imp - that imp prince, Pux was him, and Albert was: "My sister, Morgan? And that I have to change into her clothes??" Oh, okay... he's done that before. But only once had anybody besides his 12-year-old twin sister and his other two sisters, Ariel and Daphne, seen him like that! (He didn't even want to think about that time Morgan's friends almost saw me. That was really a dirty trick of hers!) Man, had he been embarrassed! That was what made his parents set down their strict dress code. Albert had to dress like a guy (not that that stopped Morgan from forcing him into her clothes), and, because they wanted "to be fair", Morgan had to dress like a girl (not that Morgan didn't want to wear anything else). A cold thought gripped Albert's heart. He hurried to Morgan's room (his room, now, he guessed; she had been sent to the Magic Realm, and Pux had taken over Albert's room). Ignoring the pink, violet and purple of the d?cor as best he could, he went to her closet. The top pole had had dresses, and some blouses and coats; the bottom had skirts, and a few more blouses, as well as a couple of one-piece swimsuits. He pushed all of them around, bottom and top... He went to the drawers. "Jewelry, why did I look in this!? What's this one for, odds and ends? "...Bras and - nope, not here, either! ...Tights, little boxes of different colors and lengths of hose... Socks and leggings. "...Pullovers. ...Shorts!!" He pulled a couple out and tossed them over his shoulder; then he went rummaging again: "...Leotards and swimsuits - how many does she need?" Not finding what he was looking for there, either, he went over to the clothes hamper. There weren't many things in there. There was a tank top that Albert knew was too small for Morgan but that she wore because it was; there was a baggy blouse that was beginning to look worn that Albert knew she only wore to sneak tops their parents didn't approve of in and out of the house; there was cloth polka dot skirt she liked because it could be shortened by tucking in the top (it involved hair clips somehow); two bras and three stained panties. "That's blood!" Albert exclaimed, disgusted. "What happened to her to make her bleed like that, and at her, uh, crotch?" He felt he should know the answer, but his mind was going down a different track. "I hope the fairies take care of her," he said. Pux said she'd be returned after tonight. All he could do for now was to go along with the spell. If he didn't, things could only get worse. He straightened up, and looked back over the closet. "How can a girl not have one pair of pants!?!" He took one of the shorts from his shoulder. "I guess I'll have to settle for this." As he was taking off his jeans, he had to remind himself, "The fairy lady tried to bribe me to stop thinking I was the fairy princess, not Bruno. It would've been so easy! I could have had enough fairy dust to be girl for years, and years!" Down to his boxers, now, he said, "But that's why I couldn't do it!" He started putting on the shorts, "I wouldn't have been a real girl! They said it would be only a trick! But if I can become the princess, I will be a girl: All of the time!" He pulled the shorts up his slender 12-year-old legs. "And not just any girl. The princess is the girl; the girl I most want to be! Any other girl won't do!" He fastened the shorts, fumbling only because the fly button was on the other side. "That's why I had find a way to show the most important fairy, Erst, I was serious. I have to show her it's the Myosotia I want, not her royal power. I'm like on a quest: I had to do something brave." The green shorts' crotch wasn't cut for a boy's. He stepped in front of the mirror on the inside of the closet door. "The only thing I could think of was using the fairy dust to wish people accepted I was a boy in girls' clothes." He studied his reflection in the mirror. The shorts only covered a fourth of the thigh. He put his hands down where there should be hips; he tried not to sigh. "The first person that has to accept this is me." He lifted his hands over curves that were not there. "If I can keep the faith alive that I'm really Princess Myosotia, I'll have the confidence I'll need to keep the magic going." His fingers started pulling off the t-shirt he had on. "Then it is up to me to make sure I don't break the spell." He threw the shirt in the clothes hamper. "That means I have to wear Morgan's clothes like she would wear them!" He started taking off the shorts. "The first thing they may see is me, but the second has to be her." He did wish they would see him as a boy in girls' clothes. There was nothing brave, or stupid, if people saw him as a girl. === Albert came out of Morgan's room wearing her denim skirt. He had toyed with biting the bullet and wearing her short purple skirt with the pink lace over it. But that would have been overkill. He had changed his mind with, "That would be like yelling at everybody, "Hey! Look at me! Look what I'm wearing in your face!" First he needed more confidence that people would overlook his wearing a skirt. Under the same logic he had put on a pair of navy tights. In his mind, people expected to see boys' legs covered. If he wasn't wearing pants, he had to do it with something else. (Her garter belts and stockings didn't even come close to that symbolism.) He didn't want to wear something too safe on his feet though. But anything with a heel during the parent-hours might draw too much attention, so he settled on a pair of simple purple flats. For a top, he knew it had to be a tank top. Alfred had started getting his parents to let him wear those instead of the standard T-shirt. But he couldn't decide which one. Morgan had a couple of 'safe' ones; but what was the point of being able to dress like a girl if he always went with safe? He reached in the drawer, and fished around blind. He pulled out one with thin white-pink-and-orange horizontal stripes. But the real struggle came when it came to a bra. There was no way people wouldn't take a second look at a boy wearing a bra. But people would expect to see a girl like Morgan with breasts. Those that knew her would take another look for sure. Well, it was the third and fourth look, the double double take he had to think about. "If I can't have on a bra in my own house, where can I? I have to find out. If my parents don't get on me about it I'm practically home free outside the house!" Talk about foolhardy confidence he thought ironically. Inside the cups of the burgundy taffeta bra went taffeta panties closer to his complexion. It only made sense, then, to also have panties down where they were meant to be: The burgundy pair that completed the set. As before, the thought of what people would think when they saw him help keep Albert's dick under control. === Albert went down the stairs in her flats, tights, panties, skirt, bra and tank top feeling.. .excited. "Excited" was a word that could be both positive and negative; it was "interesting" taken up a few notches. There was always the chance he would be caught. But as long as he remained confident in the magic fairy dust-- His vial of magic fairy dust! He'd left it in his jeans' pocket! Along with the locket! "I can use them in case anything goes--" The door at the bottom opened. Stringy green-haired Pux smiled with his yellow teeth, "I thought I heard you descending, 'Sister', dear." Alfred still didn't understand why he had to look like Morgan, while the pointy-nosed imp his age didn't have to look like him. The closest the imp had come was changing his medieval (maybe renaissance) fairy costume to look like brown jeans and a purple velvet T-shirt. Albert said, "Uh, I forgot something!" Pux's long fingers grabbed him his bare wrist and elbow; "It doesn't look to me as if you forgot anything." Then he looked above his face, "You are not going anywhere therefore you can leave your hair as is." Albert put his hand up on his it, "My hair! It doesn't look like hers!" Damn! He'd been so caught up in thinking about wearing Morgan's clothes, he'd forgotten about his brunet hair! No girl his age around had hair that short! Even older women didn't wear like this; they had some styling done to it! His hair had some bangs that were hardly worth the name; the rest was "just long enough to comb". Pux said, "As I said, I think it looks fine. But why take my opinion? Let's ask Pater!" Albert told the imp, "Let go!" as he tried to pull his arm free. His dad called from the living room, "Leave your sister alone!" Pux said, "But Sister has spent almost half of the hour upstairs! It is my turn; I was rearranging my room when you called us to this floor!" Albert still didn't know if the guy who looked his age, if more wiry, was stronger. He hadn't muttered his spell, so that probably wasn't the reason Albert found himself moving into the dining room with him. The best he could figure it was that the prince knew some form of martial arts or something. It was hardly something Albert associated with fairy tale creatures. From the dining room, Albert saw Dad at his favorite section of the Lazy Boy couch. The footrest hadn't come out, but the microwave dinner was on the over-the-armrest end table, and the remote was on the cushion next to him. Dad's surfing had landed on the baseball game. Not looking behind, Dad said, "You have been up there a long time, just to change your clothes, Morgan." Albert 'explained', "I have to go back up because I forgot something!" Pux maneuvered him closer to Dad, "He says that he does not like the way his hair looks. What do you think, Pater?" Dad took his brown eyes off of the game long enough to say, "Yeah, it's fine." Albert breathed a little easier: Typical sports-occupied male reaction. 'Morgan' looked enough like a girl that Alfonse Marchen would have to fight the spell to make an issue of it. That meant taking time away from the game. And as for the hair: Real guys just weren't supposed to be interested in the way a girl did her hair. Pux wasn't about to give up the game, "Sister thinks his hair should be shorter. What do you think, Pater?" Beginning to sweat, Albert found the move that got his arm free from the imp; "I do not! And I thought you wanted to go upstairs to finish changing 'your' room!?!" Pux asked Albert's dad, "Pater, is that something that your son would normally want to do?" Dad said, "Not unless you're up to something," between bites. Albert said, "He's up to something by asking the question!" Dad said, "See?" The popup was caught, and the inning was over. The score was "0 to 0". Dad could now look over his shoulder. He frowned, "You don't want to go upstairs to mess in your sister's stuff?" Pux looked at Albert, dressed in Morgan's stuff. "Oh, no!" he said honestly and slyly. Dad reached for his can of "Special-Tea" Mom had him drink. "Okay, that answer's that: You stay down here until your mom gets home!" Pux's yellow teeth smiled at Albert, "Do I have to?" Albert said, "Then I can go upstairs!" Dad said, "No: You're up to something, too! I want both of you where I can keep an ear on you!" Albert saw that Dad had his eyes fixed on his. And one of them looked uncomfortable. Pux said, "Pater says he wants to hear us. Now, I know my voice sounds like the voice of a brother, but--" Albert tore himself away from Dad's stare, "I have to go... to the bathroom!" Pux followed, "You know you can not remain within there indefinitely? The game is Step-on-a-Crack!" Albert said as he slammed the bathroom door in the imp's face, "'Step-on-a-Crack'??" How childish is this character? Pux said, "...'Break your father's back'." Albert cried, "What!!?!" He opened the door and stuck his face out at the guy, "You don't mean that, literally!?!!" Pux smiled wickedly into the face of the human, "Only if you continue to try to avoid your part in the game." Albert left the door open as he opened a drawer inside. "How to you play... 'Step-on-a-Crack'?" Pux leaned his back against the doorjamb, crossing his arms over his purple T-shirt, "It is one of the games that test the magic-weaver's skills. As I said before, magic can only plant the bean within a human's mind. It is up to the planter to keep the vine growing." Albert said, his voice trembling a little, "And if the vines slip off, Dad's going to see me as me... in a skirt, bra, and..." He couldn't finish the thought. Pux said, "And they will 'slip off' unless you can dance around the cracks. They are the metaphor for the doubts that must plague any human. They have trouble with beans not of their own planting." Albert started coming out; "'Cracks' isn't a, metaphor that belongs with 'beans' and 'vines'!" Pux heard him coming out, "It is when it refers to spaces between the vines..." He saw that Albert was just finishing tying a towel over his hair. "That is cleaver. You have avoided a crack." Albert's blue eyes frowned at the compliment, "Thanks!" He had checked in the mirror; he and Morgan were still twin enough in the face (barely) for his to pass as hers as long as he kept his hair covered like she did after washing it. "...But how come you get to look like that? Or am I the only one who has to keep away from 'cracks'?" Pux danced, "I am an imp prince! I am most skilled in the game. Where would the fun be, then, if I could did not jig around the cracks?" Albert didn't believe him; it was his turn to cross his arms. "You hardly dress like me; you don't look like me; you don't sound like me; you call Dad 'Pater'... I think you're cheating." Pux cried, looking about, "A sword! A sword! I have been insulted! We shall have a dual, and--" Dad called out, "That's it! You two get out here!" Albert hurried past the creature that did not look like one of the good fairies. "Dad! Don't worry, it's, it's... It's just a roleplaying game! I'm the, uh, Princess, and--" Pux followed, contradicting with, "It goes against the rules of gentlemanly conduct to have duals with princesses!" Dad said, this time turning his upper body around, "Princess? Why do you have to play at being a--" Albert was saved by the excited announcer yelling about a double RBI that was saved from being a triple by a spectacular throw to home that the catcher almost fumbled. Albert drew the prince by the velvet sleeve towards the kitchen door, telling him, in a low growl, "You're the one who wanted to duel me!" He drew him towards the kitchen door. Pux told him, "But you weren't calling yourself a princess!" Albert his fists down beside his skirt, "So it's okay to have a dual with somebody you're calling 'Sister'?!" Pux told him, "You're the one who set the rules of your brother-versus-sister game!" Albert said, "Right! And it doesn't include sword fights!" Then he used his toweled head to add, "Or any sharp objects!" Dad had now seen most of the replay; he was forced to tell them, "I don't want you two to play games like that, even in fun! You find enough ways to cause trouble without... attacking each other!" Albert told the trouble-maker, "See?! 'Pater' agrees with me!" Pux said, "Where's the fun in that? In the Palace of the Imp King, we have at each other with practice attacks at all manner of time and place!" His hand wanting to move up to the bra stuffed with panties, Albert wondered, "You really do attack your sister... with weapons?" Pux laughed, "You have ears but do not use them! I explained earlier there are no female imps!" Albert wanted to scream, "Then why are you talking about attacking girls!?!" Pux said, "It is all part of the game! What better motivation than the penalty of taking the girl's part in the next round of games?" Dad told him, "There'll be no games like that!" He actually started to rise off of the couch. Albert hurried over to him in his purple flats, so he could pick up the microwave meal tray, "I'll throw this away. You talk to, uh, Albert about not playing a girl." Pux told 'Pater' (and Albert), "It is not I who wishes to play the part of the female. I only wish to give Sister yet another reason to be a lady." Albert said as he passed him in a skirt, "I already am 'a lady'." Pux slipped around to stand in the doorway so the suspicious father could still see him while he talked with Albert; "A lady by desire; a lady by necessity. But you are yet a lady by obligation." Albert had to ask, "What is that supposed to mean?!" Pux's smile broadened again, "Name the wager, and if you lose you have to be a lady at the games I choose." Without lessening his grin, he turned his head towards Albert's dad, "And if I should lose, then I will be the man at the games you choose." Albert said, "What kind of games did you have in mind for me!?!" Pux said, "The usual games a true lady participates in. But the difference from your present situation would be that, on your sacred duty to honor a bet, you would commit to doing as a lady does, no matter how distasteful you may find it." Chapter Six: What Are Princesses Good For? The 5'11" man stood as he asked Pux, "Just what sort of 'lady-like' things do you want Morgan to do if she lost this bet you want her to make, Alfred?" The imp pretending (badly) to be Alfred said, "Just that, Pater! My intent is not to have Sister do anything a true lady would not do." 'Pater' was still suspicious, "And why would you want Morgan to act like a lady?" Pux answered, "Because I do not think she would truly enjoy having to be a lady." The father of the boy-and-girl twins said, "That I can believe." Alfred dressed like Sister in (purple) flats, (navy) tights, (blue) skirt, panties, bra and (white-pink-and- orange) tank top and his head wrapped in a towel had taken that opportunity to escape out the backyard door. === The sensation on Alfred's legs (and dick) was accentuated by the spring breeze. But his mind wasn't free to enjoy it: "It has to be the spell Dad's under! The normal him'd go through the roof over me and Morgan playing 'games' on each other!" He paced on the brick patio; the denim hem of the skirt tapped against his thighs, front and back. He had made another step towards showing the main fairy around there, Erst, what he was willing to go through to be considered as her princess. Albert suspected she was the reason Pux was now living the life he was willing to give up. He stopped in the purple flats, and clenched his 12-year-old fists: "What is a quest without tests!" And he made the next step. For the sake of the girl he'd truly love to be, the one and only Princess Myosotia, he went to and out the gate. === One step at a time, not two... Albert knocked on the back door of the Hobbs' house next door... not the front. He waited. He was surprised to see a 3' 7" inch child in a brown... 'genie' costume answer. Albert knew she wasn't in a genie costume but that was what he was reminded of every time he saw it: Over a conservatively cut brown bikini was a long, open see-through yellow skirt matched by a shawl around small shoulders. She wore only slightly more opaque yellow gloves that went above her elbows with brown leaf-shapes on them. There the genie-idea began to break down, along with the gold-metal leaf-shape over her navel, and a cap on top of her yellow-with-red-tips hair that looked like a large brown leaf. "Who shall I say is calling?" Albert frowned, and wanted to glare. But this had to be another test. "Er... Morgan? Morgan Marchen." The little girl in makeup who always had the expression of an old woman smiled, sourly. "Come in... young man." She kept her magic twig under her left arm. Albert breathed a little easier. But 'young... man'?? What game was she playing? Still, he knew that until his sister was returned from the Magic Realm tomorrow, she was just who he had to be. If not... He shuddered as the stern little girl-figure allowed him to enter the kitchen. "I used that fairy dust you tried to bribe me with to wish I was seen as a boy who dressed like a girl. I didn't wish to be seen as a girl! --And certainly not as Morgan!" Her cherubic face with blush became crafty, "I have done nothing that contradicts your wish." Alfred was confused, "It wasn't your idea?" Lady Erst turned as majestically as she could her innocence's body, "I did not say that." Alfred frowned returned, "I thought so!" Then his brown frown left him briefly, "What did you do?" The Hobbs' house had been turned into a life-sized pink- white-violet-and-purple version of some plastic toymaker's idea of a dollhouse. Lady Erst clapped her manicured hands as if summoning the attention of a servant, "Clover! You are released from your duties." She had. In the dining room, it wasn't Clover who reacted most to the dismissal. Books fell past the ringlets and two ponytails of the golden haired princess, her short puffy sleeves, and down to the floor beside her glass slippers. Shaking, the beautiful, elfin-featured girl put her sheer violet-with-pink-hearts glove over her low, square-cut and embroidered neckline of her tight purple bodice, saying, "At least they didn't fall on these tits, this time!" At the sight of her, Alfred's purple flats' pace behind the elder child Erst slowed. She wore a short violet dress, but one open entirely up the middle to show her lacy frilly pink petticoat. Her garter belt was made of pink ribbons and bows that held up thigh-high hose covered with little pink hearts. Her left was violet, the right purple. She wore a golden girdle with pink heart ornaments, and her ring of diamond had a gold bead in its setting. Alfred's awe grew each time he'd seen her. Her figure and face were now just about perfect for a girl about 12-years old. The green girl who'd been standing in front of the princess carefully lowered the books on her own head. "I would guess that was an improvement." She did not sound happy about giving the complement. Clover was Princess Myosotia's double, if you could look beyond the green that was her single color scheme... green hair, eyes, even a tinge of it in her complexion. Her bodice was green, her dress was dark green, but her petticoat, puffy sleeves and embroidered neckline were light green, as where her garter belt and hose with the little green clovers. Even her glass slippers were green. She did have on a silver girdle with green clover ornaments, and the bead in her emerald ring was silver. There was too much green; it didn't seem natural enough for Alfred. But everything she'd done whenever he'd seen her, the way she talked, the way she moved, the manners she'd shown, and her sweet, if melancholy, personality matched Alfred's ideal of what the perfect girl should be. And Clover was here to transfer all of that into the princess. Once the golden-haired girl was truly a princess in behavior as well as appearance, she would be taken back to the Magic Realm. ...And she would be lost to Alfred forever. It would be his worst enemy, Bruno who would get to be the girl he had begun fantasizing over! Clover tried to smile her green-tinged lips, "Hello, Master Alfred." Alfred told her, "It's Morgan now. And, uh, 'Mistress'." He actually took a grip on his skirt. Lady Erst let out a girlish cackle. Clover closed her long lashes and hung her head, fighting back her deep sadness. The Princess looked away from herself and to Alfred. She was sorry she had - "Oh, Jeez!!" she cried, turning her swan-neck whipped her gaze away. Keeping her long golden hair between her wide golden eyes and Alfred, she said, "Al-Fred! You just got to be a fairy queer!!" Alfred stepped towards her in his flats and tights, "I am or you are! I'm your only hope of getting out of that girl's life, Bruno!" Princess Bruno grumbled. How she wished she could pound somebody. Her fist had manicured pink nails, clearly revealed because her sheer gloves had no fingers. Satisfied that he'd won another victory against his worst bully, Alfred corrected the jerk, "And I'm not a queer!" His fingers had only remnants of polish. Lady Erst said, "That is too bad," as she moved past him towards the one of the chairs with white wire finial and the heart-shaped upholstery. It was the highest, but it also was the only one with a matching footstool. The little girl-sized fairy needed it. Alfred was sensitive to eldest of the fairy's tests in his quest to be the princess, "What does that mean?" She paused as she set her small brown glass pump on the upholstered footstool. Looking at him with mascara eyes, she said, "You are not aware of the overriding duty of a princess?" (Bruno squealed in frustration, "More duties!?! Doesn't a princess get to do anything just 'cause she wants to!?!!") The truth of the matter was Alfred had been caught up in the idea that there were fairies, and then that he could be a girl... his one and only girl. Beyond that, what he knew about princesses came mainly about from the Disney tales and other fictions (history didn't seem to mention princesses much). "Er, Ariel, er, no... Jasmine. Close. Belle, Cinderella; no, they didn't start out as princesses. Snow White," he smiled because he was going in the right direction now, "Sleeping Beauty..." What was there to think about but their beauty, and charm and fanciful clothes... They were the definition of romance. It takes two to have a romance, doesn't it? As Alfred's unmade-up face became greener than Clover's, the bikini-clad Lady Erst took her seat. "Instruct me of your thoughts. I wish to know how wise you have become." Alfred had difficulty finding his voice. "Uh, er, a prince." Once found, his voice became weaker, "A princess must have a prince." (Bruno asked, appalled, "What prince!!?!") Lady Erst, reproved both of the fools, "The prince is not what is of importance!" Sitting back in her chair of power, she told them, "What is of consequence is the marriage of two royaldoms." Alfred blinked, "'Royaldoms'??" (Bruno asked, "There is no prince?") Lady Erst held her small body in an erect and formal posture, her bare ribs more visible, "And such a union can never be considered complete without the damming of heirs." (Bruno defied the young child, "I'll be damning, alright! All over your cruddy palace!!") Alfred blinked, "'Damming'??" The Lady raised her hazel eyes, and as a token to the young fool trying to understand, she said, "If you wish to look at it from the other perspective: 'Siring', then." Alfred had to repeat that word, too, "Siring..." He scratched his towel-wrapped head; there was something familiar about that word. "So a princess has to be a sire--" Lady Erst's brandy wind polished fingers gripped the wire- and-upholstery arms of her chair; she could not believe how slow humans were, "It is the prince who is the sire!" Alfred said, "I thought it was the king who's the sire?" Lady Erst leaned forward to bark, "It is the prince who is the sire! It is the princess who is the dam! That is the whole point of a royal marriage!" She rose up on her footstool so her intent would not be lost, "And together they beget the next generation in the dynasty!!" "Beget" was a word Alfred had heard in Sunday school; it meant "--Have kids!!?!" Lady Erst at last let herself begin a smile of triumph on her brandy wine lips, "A princess must produce an heir of the proper lineage. With an additional issue, as a proper replacement should anything..." she hesitated over the words, and settled on, "...unfortunate... happen to the first and rightful liege." Bruno's glossy pink lips asked Alfred, "What is she talking about?!" Alfred told himself as well, "She says the Princess has got to have kids." While Bruno was trying to absorb that, Lady Erst stepped down from her foot stool to make her point closer to Alfred's face, "The Princess of the Fairies is required to be the mother of at least four royal children." Her mascara-rimmed eyes widened dramatically as Bruno blurted, "Mother!! You're saying I have to have kids, in, in--that way!!?!" Lady Erst took her yellow-with-brown-at-the-sides shadowed eyes off of Alfred to look at her. "That will be your prime duty." The cutie pie girl in pink, violet and purple looked like she was about to explode. She did: "No!!! I won't let you!! It's bad enough you forced me into this gross out body and wear her ultra sissy clothes - And make me learn her manners!! But--" She turned and ran as fast and steady as she could in her clear glass pumps. Alfred saw that Bruno had already gotten better in moving in her 3" heels since yesterday. Lady Erst told the very pensive Clover, "Follow her, and protect the Princess." Clover shook visibly. But she bowed to her superior. She took her clover wand from where she'd laid it on the dining room sideboard top, and headed for the front door of the Hobbs' house that Bruno had left open in her green tinted glass pumps. Just as she waved her wand over herself and let its fairy glitter sprinkle down on her, Lady Erst used her own twig wand to push Alfred's cheek towards her. "All power comes with a price." Alfred glared back at her with his naturally long lashes, "I told you, I don't care if she is a princess! It's Myosotia I want to be!" Then he hurriedly added, as if trying to make sure he didn't get the wrong wish, "--The one that acts like Clover!! Only maybe not so much of a wimp." She penciled eyebrows that could move up at the ends glared back at him, "Did that dream of yours include having a male who calls you 'Wife', and children who call you 'Mother'!?!" Again Alfred felt his stomach turn under his tank top. He had only one answer. That was the only answer he had. He said, "I love her." The answer disagreed with Lady Erst, causing her brandy wine lips to grimace. But she simply turned from him. "Then we shall see if... love is sufficient." She raised her twig wand let it snap out its faerie alloy. "Prince Pux, Royal Representative of the Kingdom of the Imps, you have permission to enter!" Within the shower gold that glinted the colors of prisms a shape formed from a greater collection of them. It was the stringy green haired boy with pointed nose and chin. He was still wearing the brown jeans and purple velvet T-shirt that was supposed to tell people that he was now pretending to be Alfred. He seemed to have known he was coming. His arms at his side, he bowed his neck, "Lady." Lady Erst moved aside, and motioned to Alfred, "I assume you have met your betrothed?" Pux raised one of his pointed green eyebrows; but he kept the smile, "I did not know I was to wed a pixie." Alfred remembered the imp had said pixies were like the very female fairies except they were all males. Alfred told him as forcefully as he'd told Bruno, "I am not a pixie!" Pux turned his upper body towards Lady Erst, "I offered to introduce him to pixies." He had taken a less formal stance, now. She answered, "He has his heart set, apparently, on being a fairy." Pux asked, "Then why does he look like a pixie?" Alfred wanted to know, "And what does that mean?!" Lady Erst said, "You are dense! How do you expect to keep a spell continuing if you forget what you have cast in the first place!?!" Pux said, sounding a little impressed, "This is his spell?" Lady Erst moved back towards her seat, "Do not ask me about what was on his mind. I offered him enough faerie alloy to keep humans seeing him as a female for the rest of his life, if he were but prudent about its use." On top of the footstool, she turned to sit, "But his wish was to prove he wanted to be the Princess." Pux said, "Myosotia??" Easing herself down, her knees together and visible under her diaphanous yellow skirt, the child said, "The same. And that proof is to be that he has the force of will to make the humans accept that he is a boy in a girl's role." The boy in the girls' clothes said, "Hey! That wasn't the way I wished it!" Pux did a little dance step in his brown runners, "Never leave room for further modification of your spell! You are new in the use of magic, are you not, Sister?" Alfred was beginning to realize, "You, you mean the Morgan's the girl's role you gave me? I have to keep people thinking that Morgan was always a guy who acted like a girl?" What a strain that must be placing on Dad --And Mom! This could give her migraines! Pux's gestured, "And since your old life is vacant as long as you can keep them accepting you in that role, the way was left open for me to move into your old life, as Alfred! Quite ingenious, Lady!" In her chair, Lady Erst said, "More cunning than that. I wish to dissuade him from this foolish notion that he is the Princess, rather than the Princess we have already found." But she had a glint in her eye that suggested she was more cunning than even Pux was aware of. Pux grinned, "I have already begun that without your asking, Lady." The imp turned to Alfred, "And living under the same roof gives me ample opportunity to nettle you. -- Just, as it would appear, your family expects." Lady Erst's child eyes became naughty, "But do they expect... incest?" Pux said, "Please! Let's not think of it as 'incest'." Alfred cried, "But you promised Dad you wouldn't do anything like that with me!!" The End of this installment