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One Born Every Century By Quicksilver "Do a U-turn here," my GPS said for the third time now. I was turned around quite a bit in an unfamiliar part of town. I had just dropped my father off at the train station in Cincinnati. I was now trying to get back onto I-75 so that I could head back up to my house north of here. I missed the onramp and a few turns since then so I was hopelessly turned around. I did as the GPS indicated and began going in the opposite direction on this unknown road. For some reason my father refused to fly and always took the train. He had just visited me in my home in Dayton for the weekend. Since I was single and lived by myself it was nice to have some company. Originally we had planned for me to fly out to Texas to visit him, but I just couldn't get that worked out. My job could be quite demanding at times and I just couldn't get the time off on short notice. I just wished he would fly like a normal person. Especially since there was an airport relatively close to my house and I knew that area well. Cincinnati on the other hand was not a place that I frequented so I was hopelessly lost. I certainly didn't enjoy driving around at night in unknown parts of town like this. "Turn right ahead," the GPS commanded. I did as I was told since I had no idea where I was going. I didn't like the look of this part of town. I cursed myself for missing the onramp and being safely on the highway by now. I nervously fumbled with my radio trying to get a good station. Even though this part of town looked run-down, there was no activity outside. That made me feel a little bit better. I rounded another corner at the behest of my trusty GPS. It looked like it was leading me to another onramp rather than the one that I'd missed earlier. On the map I could see that I was about ten blocks away from that onramp. I anxiously awaited the comfort of the known route once I got to the interstate. This street had some more activity on it than the last. There were a few people wandering the street. I stepped on the gas a bit to try to get through a bit faster. I definitely didn't like this. I could feel my heart start to beat a little bit faster. "It's ok," I told myself. I actually calmed down a bit. I was nearly there. Just then, a man stepped out into the street in front of my car. He held out his hands signaling for me to stop. "Hell no!" I blurted out aloud. I wasn't that stupid. I had a nice mustang with a standard shift transmission. I depressed the clutch and revved the engine loudly. I hoped that hearing the engine would signal to him that I had no intention of stopping and he'd get out of the way. For his sake he'd better because I wasn't stopping. I wasn't getting out of my car if I hit him either. He didn't even flinch. Instead he became even more brazen. He walked to the middle of the road and held his arms out wide. There were cars parked on both sides of the road so I had no choice but to either hit him, crash into cars, or stop. My mind raced. This wasn't good. If I hit him, I wouldn't feel too bad about it, but there would be severe legal implications. I doubted that the police would accept 'I thought he was going to mug me or kill me' as a sound legal defense. Another option came to my mind. I slammed on the brakes and came screeching to a stop right in front of him. He wasted no time in coming over to the driver's side door. I wasted no time in throwing the car into reverse. My rear tires spun out as I quickly released the clutch with the car in reverse and the engine racing. "Do a U-turn here," my GPS indicated at the sudden change of direction. The directions offered by my GPS actually made me mad. "It is your fault I am in this mess," I yelled at the contraption it as if that would change things. I turned my attention away from it and concentrated on driving backward. I had never actually done so at these speeds before. The man in the road began running after me. There was no way in hell that he'd catch up to me. I stared at my rearview mirrors as I drove backwards. My heart was racing with the adrenaline that coursed through my body. A car that was on the street behind me suddenly lit up as its headlights came on. It pulled out into the street about 100 yards behind me. I saw a street to my left. I stopped driving backwards just behind the street. I threw the car into first and took off down the street to the left. Even though these streets were only twenty five miles an hour I tore through them at nearly fifty. The GPS kept trying to get me to go back but I simply ignored it. Fortunately I had plenty of gas. I just had to focus on getting out of this neighborhood. This must be some gang or something. My heart was still racing. I saw some headlights in my rearview mirror. Were they following me? They were probably just normal people driving somewhere I reasoned. I had no idea where I was going. I looked at the GPS mounted to my dash. Fortunately it had a map of the local area that was updated by my location. I didn't want to get cornered on a dead end street. The car was driving faster than I was and caught up to me. I sped up to nearly sixty now. It matched my speed and kept riding my tail. I had no training in this sort of thing. I did however watch a lot of TV. I signaled to go left and pulled over into the left turn lane. They matched my course exactly. I then cut hard right. I was starting to panic now. This time I got going as fast as I could. I hoped that I could lose them with my nice fast car. I was glad that I had splurged on this thing. I looked in my rearview mirror to see that they had started following me again. There was now no question about it. They were following me for sure. I glanced at the GPS to make sure I was going in a good direction. I didn't want to get boxed in. I had to outrun them to another area, and then I could worry about getting to the highway. "Shit!" I yelled out loud as I looked at the map. There was a sharp turn to the right up ahead. I was going a hundred miles per hour now and this road was narrow. I slammed on the brakes trying to slow down enough to make the turn. My car fishtailed a bit as I struggled to maintain control. I did actually manage to keep control up to the turn but I was still going about forty. I cut hard right at forty miles an hour and prayed that I wouldn't crash or roll. I actually managed to make it through most of the turn without rolling or hitting anything. Since my turn was so wide due to my speed, I sailed over the curb at the far end of the turn. My heart sank as I felt the car lose responsiveness and heard the rim start scraping the sidewalk that I was now driving on. I had lost a tire. "Fuck!" I exclaimed as my panic became far worse. If I was kicking myself before for missing the onramp, I was in despair now. They weren't far behind me. I had to either try to outrun them in my crippled car, or bail out. They had managed to keep up with me now when my car was functioning. There was no way I could outrun them in my car now. Bail out it is. I saw a small alley next to me. I hoped that I could pull my crippled car in there before they came around the corner. I maneuvered my car into place and turned the car and headlights off. Only a few moments after I had turned the car off I heard the vehicle that was pursuing me race past. My fingers clutched the steering wheel with a death grip. I couldn't move. For a moment I sat there like a deer caught in headlights. Then I shook myself out of it, I had to do something. I was a sitting duck right now. I was glad that I had a CCW with the state and that I actually had a Glock 9mm with me in the car. Other than being an excellent shot at the range, I had no training whatsoever, but it was something. I pulled my Glock out of its place in the door pocket next to me. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline as I did so. I made sure I had my keys and phone on me. This was definitely not a good place to be. I hoped that my pursuers would assume that I had gone on and continue chasing a ghost. In the mean time I thought my best course of action was to put the spare on as fast as I could. If they found me we would likely have a shootout. I sure as hell didn't want that. I tentatively stepped out of my car with my gun in hand. My eyes darted around nervously. It was dark and I couldn't see very much. I didn't dare use any light either in case they came back. I wasted no time getting out the spare tire and jack. Fortunately I only lost the front driver's side tire so I hoped I could replace the tire and be on my way in no time. I had no light to work with. The moon was out so I had some light, but I did a lot of fumbling around in the dark. I managed to get the old tire off. I was sure to put the lug nuts in my pocket. It wouldn't do to lose those. I put the spare tire in place and hastily began placing the lug nuts. My hands trembled. I dropped the first one. "Shit!" I exclaimed. I didn't even bother trying to find it. I had four more. I got the rest on without dropping another one. I tightened them all and lowered the car. I didn't think I'd make it this far. I was anxiously awaiting the other shoe to drop but so far I was able to change my tire undisturbed. I threw my old tire and jack off to the side not even bothering to stow it. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. I could replace them later when I was safe. Then it happened. Headlights emerged at the end of the alley. They had blocked me in. "I found the car," I heard a voice yell. So far it would appear they didn't know that I was right here. The back of the ally had a chain- link fence leading to another ally that went behind the buildings. I noisily climbed over it and began running away, abandoning my vehicle. Perhaps now would be a good time to call the police or something. I probably should have done that before now. Though at the time I thought that my best plan was to repair my car and get out of there. I almost made it too. I ran down the alley away from the area where I had left my car. I hoped that they just wanted my car since it was rather nice and that they wouldn't look for me. In the mean time I fumbled with my phone and started to call 911 and get some help. At the very least I hoped I could get a ride to the police station then call a cab to go home. I could deal with that and I had insurance. As long as they didn't want me I'd be OK. I kept running down the alley and I emerged into the parking lot of a crappy looking motel. I hoped that this would be a relatively safe place to hang out while I reported my car stolen and tried to get the hell out of this area. Perhaps I should get a room for an hour, this looked like the kind of place that would do that. I don't know if that was the best idea or not but I was panicking and wanted off of the street for a few minutes while I figured out how to get safely home. I hadn't quite finished dialing yet and for some reason held off until I could get off of the street. I felt like a sitting duck out here and didn't want to be caught talking on the phone. It would be a while before help got here so I'd have to take care of myself for the time being. I began walking up to the outdoor customer walkup area. There were bars on the window and thick glass. I was about midway through the parking lot when I saw one of the rooms open up. One of the most beautiful sexy girls that I had ever seen stepped out. She looked like she was barely eighteen, if even that. She was dressed in a miniskirt and fishnets with a top that exposed lots of cleavage, and she had lots to expose. Her hair was bright neon orange which really stood out. It gave her a rather exotic look. Everything about her dress and the circumstances screamed that she was a hooker to me. Yet there was something classy about her. She didn't have lots of trashy makeup on. When she walked she had a graceful sway in her step. Her movements were refined and confident. I almost forgot about my situation for a moment as I watched her. She saw me and walked right up to me in a graceful sexy manor. "Hi," she said cheerfully. That wasn't at all what I expected her to say. "I saw you staring, five hundred bucks for an hour," she said blatantly. I was quite tempted even though a prostitute wasn't something I had ever considered before. I even felt my cares melting away slightly as I considered her offer. I happened to have a wallet full of cash that would cover that. I could actually feel my worries about STDs and the people pursuing me slip away as I basked in her graceful, sultry beauty. She had a youthful innocent look that made my heart melt. "No thank you," I finally said as I broke myself out of the moment. I remembered my situation and didn't have time for this. She almost seemed surprised by my rejection. "Aren't I pretty enough?" she pouted at me as she struck a pose. She had a refined graceful movement. It reminded me of a ballerina almost. I felt it again as my heart melted and I forgot about my worries yet again. "I have a room over there paid up for the next hour," she said as she pointed to the room that she had just come out of. I looked over and saw her last John slinking away. The offer of the room and the inherent safety seemed to bump my worries about my pursuers away even more. That seemed to do the trick for me. A part of me was surprised at how much I was considering this given my situation, yet I found myself starting to form the decision to take her up on her offer. I was about to agree and fork over my money to her when I saw a pickup truck race into the parking lot. To my surprise it was followed by my mustang. A nasty looking guy got out of the truck and signaled to the guy in my mustang. "I bet this is the guy," he yelled to his partner in crime. "I just wanted to show my appreciation to you for fixing your car for us," he sneered at me. He had a nasty grin on his face as he saw the two of us. I looked over at the hooker I had almost engaged. She seemed completely unconcerned and stood there in a very childlike pose with her hand behind her back. She was swaying back and forth but remained completely silent. "Oh, so you was about to get you some, wasn't you?" he asked me as he saw who I was with. "Well, I'd like to get me some of that," he said as he got out of his truck and walked toward us. I recognized him as the guy in the road that tried to stop me earlier. "Sorry, but no," she calmly said in a confident manor. I was surprised by her poise. "No?!" the man yelled at her. "What's the matter bitch, I ain't good enough for ya?" He then turned to the guy in my mustang. "Look at this, this bitch thinks she's too good for me." "You show her Sean," he replied. Sean now turned around and raised his hand to backhand her. I stepped up to intervene and grabbed his hand in the middle of his swing. I didn't really think about it at the time, though in hindsight it probably wasn't a good idea. He threw me to the ground and kicked me. "I'll deal with you later," he yelled as he pointed at me. The other man in my mustang got out and came forward. Sean turned his attention to the woman and tried to backhand her across the face. She quickly and gracefully at the same time stepped back and grabbed his hand. Her movement was faster than I thought should be possible for anyone. She had grabbed his hand in hers and stepped back further stretching it out in front of him. She then bent his wrist back toward his body and yanked his hand toward her and pushed down at the same time. The man fell flat of his face. She spun around almost like she was dancing and stomped on his shoulder. He grunted just a little bit. The man from my mustang turned his attention toward her. He drew a firearm and pointed it at her. She seemed unconcerned but I knew that hand to hand combat was one thing, a gun was another. She could take care of herself clearly but I had to intervene. I pulled out my own firearm and opened fire. I gunned the man down before he could shoot her. I had never done anything like that before. I felt a pit form in my stomach. I had just killed a man. Even though I thought I was justified given the circumstances, I didn't feel good about it. My head began to swim with the moral and legal implications of this. Having a CCW I had thought about this many times before, yet I never actually expected to be facing them. The prostitute came up to me with a look of genuine sincerity in her face. "Thank you," she simply said. "I figured you'd have run off when they turned their attention to me." I noticed that the man wandered over to his partner and started trying to wake him. "I couldn't just leave you there," I replied. She smiled warmly at me. She gave me a peck on the cheek and stood there in her childlike innocent pose. She was quite pretty and very youthful. I wondered how old she was. "You fucking bastard. You killed my brother," Sean screamed as he got to his feet. He had a gun in his hand and it was pointed right at us. I instinctively stepped in front of the prostitute to protect her. I opened fire and so did he. I was a better shot than he was. I got him right in the chest three times. Nevertheless, he didn't drop to the ground. He must have had a Kevlar vest or something. Yet he didn't even flinch. Even with Kevlar, he should have been knocked down flat on his ass. He shrugged it off like it was annoying, nothing more. I kept firing until my mag was empty. He grimaced and looked up at me. Then he pointed his gun at me and fired. I then felt weak. I looked down to see that my shirt was red. The red spot on my shirt was growing. I collapsed to the ground and darkness started to envelop me. The girl crouched down over me and held my hand. My vision darkened further. I remember looking up and seeing the woman standing above me. She was naked now for some reason and her orange hair was glowing brightly. She had stripes all over her body that were glowing bright neon orange. Her lips and eyes were also orange. I thought I saw orange blasts emanating from her fingertips, then there was darkness. *** I don't know how long I was out. I awoke in the passenger seat of my car. The girl was driving. She was back in her skirt and fishnets. I must have been delirious when I thought I saw her naked. I could hear sirens in the distance. "How are you feeling?" she asked me calmly. I felt groggy and out of it. I could barely form a coherent thought. I felt like I was dreaming almost. "You were orange," I said finally said in a groggy detached tone. I still wasn't all there. Some part of my mind realized I was acting weird but I couldn't quite control it. "I can see your brain hasn't quite healed from the blood loss," she said calmly. A small part of me registered what she had just said and found it scary. The part of me that was at the forefront simply said "The orange lady is driving." My mind began to clear a bit. As it did I became quite embarrassed about the past few minutes. As I regained my faculties I remembered the red spot on my chest. "The bullet! I was hit!" I exclaimed. It must have only been a graze and my collapse and behavior was due to shock. I frantically looked down at my chest to see what the damage was.. When I looked down I saw that I was wearing my shirt and it was indeed covered with blood. It wasn't just covered in it but saturated. My chest seemed to be misshapen somehow. I had two lumps protruding from my chest. My mind fumbled for an explanation. Was I swollen somehow? I began to panic. I reached up and touched my chest expecting to feel extreme pain as I did so. Instead of pain, I felt a squishy mound of flesh on my chest. I could feel through the mounds somehow. From my finger I could feel soft squishy flesh, and from my chest I could feel my finger and the squishing of my new flesh. What had happened back there? I felt my swollen chest and then I came to my nipples. I felt a zing of pleasure as I rubbed them. Then it finally dawned on me, I wasn't just swollen. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "I have breasts." As I made this exclamation I noticed that my voice was wrong too. It sounded high pitched and smooth. I lurched in my seat as I reached up to my chest and touched it. I began kicking and flailing the car. "What the hell happened?" I shrieked in a panic. "I saved your life," she replied nonchalantly. "You tried to help me and were willing to give your life to do it, so I saved yours." "What?" I asked. That explanation made no sense. Perhaps it did and I was just in shock, I couldn't even tell at the time. I looked down at my body. My hands were different. They were slender and delicate. I wiggled my fingers in disbelief. To my surprise they moved exactly as I wanted them to. Perhaps I was dreaming. That must be it. "Today is your birthday," she said casually as she continued to drive. Again I thought these answers made no sense. I turned my attention back to my body. I ran my hands up and down taking stock of the changes. I was skinnier than I was before. My stomach was narrow and tight. My legs were skinny too. I felt like my hips and butt were wider. I looked at my hands again. There were crimson red stripes coming from my forearm and going down the back of my hand and finally down each finger. I didn't notice those before. They were red and slowly began to start glowing. "Oh good," she said. "Your transformation is nearly complete." The car was filling up with a red glow. She pulled into a parking lot and stopped the car. "Get out," she said. "What is going on?" I asked nervously. I was terrified. Something was happening to me and it was more than weird. What was worse, I had no idea what it was. "I'll explain," she said as she looked at me with genuine concern. "I promise," she said and she smiled warmly. I didn't seem to have much of a choice. For lack of a better idea, I complied. I was surprisingly calm given the circumstances. I was by no means completely calm, but it seemed to be checked by something. "O ... OK," I stammered and stepped out of the car. She got out and walked over to me. She grabbed my hand kindly and took it in hers. I found her touch oddly soothing. "You were shot through the chest," she started. "I saved your life." As she said this I remembered seeing my bloodstained shirt get redder and redder and then I blacked out. "How?" I asked as I considered what I remembered and what she said. "By giving you a second birth," she said. "Of sorts. You are still you, for the most part." I looked down at myself again with incredulity. I was still glowing red. It was even coming out from under my clothes. I could see beams of red light breaking through the gaps in the weaving of my shirt. "We need to get rid of those bloodstained clothes. Besides, they don't fit you anyway," she said. "Strip." I almost protested but she smiled again. I didn't seem to melt like I did before, but I found her demeanor comforting and caring so I complied. I began to take off my shirt. As I stripped down I couldn't help but see my body. It was hard to miss as it was glowing bright red, not to mention unmistakably feminine. I had those stripes that ran down my right and left arm and side. The red stripe that ran up my side seemed to go behind my arms and up over my shoulder. I turned my attention to the breasts that inexplicably were now on my chest. They were quite large and seemed to defy gravity. In spite of their size they were upturned at the nipple and perky. My torso was tall and slender and well defined. For some reason I was a woman and a stacked one at that. "Why ... why am I a woman?" I stammered in fear. I instinctively covered my chest with my arms. I didn't feel shy about being naked, but I didn't want to be seen like this by anyone, two subtly different and conflicting thoughts. My body was wrong, in every possible way. "That is part of the second birth I gave you. I made you one of my people. We are all women," she said with an almost apologetic tone. Her explanation barely registered in my mind. All I could think about was the obvious fact that I was now a woman, yet I shouldn't be. It didn't make any sense to me at all. "But ..." I started but didn't really have any follow up. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll be able to look like your old self again to keep your job and appearances with your family, just not all the time. This is your natural form now." "But this can't be my natural form!" I protested loudly. "I am a man! That is my natural form!" She calmly walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "I am terribly sorry you don't like it. You were going to die. This was the only thing I could think of." She just hugged me for a moment. I found it oddly soothing. I wasn't at all turned on like I felt I should have been. This woman was among the most gorgeous I had ever seen in all the magazines I'd ever looked at, yet I found her embrace comforting not arousing. Finally she broke the hug off. She had an undeniable urgency in her actions. I watched in shock as she took my shirt and put it on the ground. Her clothes disappeared and she had orange stripes on her body again. They looked like my crimson ones. I could see that they went all the way down her legs and onto each toe. Her toenails and fingernails were where the orange stripes on her skin ended and they looked like they were painted orange. They went up her neck and wrapped around the back of her neck and into her hair which glowed bright neon orange as well. She was surrounded with a neon orange aura. Then something even stranger happened. She had delicate looking wings that appeared from the orange stripe on her shoulder blades. They were clear with orange running through them. It almost looked like fiber optics with orange light running through them. As they appeared they fluttered quickly. She looked up at me and smiled again. They reminded me of dragonfly wings. She looked at my shirt on the ground and stretched out her hand toward it. She then shot a neon orange sort of energy from her hands and my shirt erupted into flames. "What the hell is going on?" I asked shocked by the whole thing. "I'll explain everything to you. Give me your pants first," she said. I began stripping out of my pants and shoes and boxers. I handed all of it over to her. I didn't even watch as she laid it all over the ground. I was instead transfixed by my naked body. I had a crimson stripe running down my leg and over my feet like she did. I took the opportunity to look at my crotch. I had a well-trimmed patch of crimson hair covering my groin. It too was glowing. I reached down and touched my crotch. I didn't feel my usual penis but feminine vaginal lips instead. I shouldn't have been surprised due to the changes I had already witnessed, yet I still was. As soon as I felt that particular change, I felt despair. Up until now it just hadn't quite seemed real. Perhaps it was shock or the groggy state I was in due to blood loss. Regardless, now the reality hit me, hard. Panic consumed me for a moment, then it subsided quickly. Out of shock and curiosity I put my fingers inside my new vagina. I felt a zing of pleasure as I did so. I wanted to rub myself right there. In fact, I started to do so. "There will be time for that later," Gillian said breaking my train of thought. "If you didn't notice, we are both standing in a parking lot naked and glowing." Almost at once her orange stripes and wings disappeared and clothing appeared on her body. It wasn't her skirt and fishnets this time. Instead it was a pair of form fitting jeans and a halter top. "You need to learn to suppress your aura," she said as she looked at me. "See how I just turned off my orange lights?" "Yes," I said. "But what is going on?" I asked. "I am a fairy," she started. "You were on the verge of death. I made you a fairy too so as to save your life. When I did so you healed from your injuries." "But ... what?" I started asking with no particular question in mind. "You are now standing in a parking lot, glowing red and naked with your wings showing," she said. "Wings?" I asked. I hadn't noticed. I turned around to see four wings behind me. They were clear and crimson. They looked exactly like hers did except for the color. I concentrated on them and was surprised that I could feel them back there. I concentrated on moving them and was surprised when they moved. I could feel the air flowing over them. I fluttered them back and forth rapidly. They were starting to make a fair bit of wind in the area. Dirt and sand was beginning to scatter. "Not like that," she interrupted. "I'll show you how to fly, but right now you must hide your aura and wings," she said. She had a calm patience in her voice. Nevertheless I sensed the urgency in her voice and saw the wisdom in her suggestion. I didn't know where to begin. I just concentrated and soon my crimson stripes and wings disappeared from view. I could feel a finite well of energy that I hadn't noticed before be partially used up. My wings seemed to not only disappear from view, but to disappear entirely. I could no longer feel them behind me. I reached behind be to try to grab them but they simply weren't there. Even though I'd only had them briefly, I felt like I was missing something. "Good," she said. "For now I'll clothe you but you'll need to learn to do it yourself eventually." I could feel clothing appearing around my body. It matched her jeans and halter top almost exactly. I just stood there dumbfounded as the clothing appeared over my body. "What was that?" I asked enthusiastically. "We usually call that projecting," she said as she shrugged her shoulders. "Get back in the car and we'll talk. We need to get out of the street and to a much less conspicuous place. We just couldn't drive around with a red glow emanating from the car." I numbly got back into the passenger's seat of my mustang. "I'd imagine you have many questions, but first I have one for you," she started. "What is your name?" My mind fumbled for a moment. "Quincy," I replied once I finally found the information in my muddled mind that she requested. "Well Quincy," she said nicely. "My name is Gillian. I am a fairy and now you are too." "You said I could look like my old self again?" I asked recalling the one bit of information that she had given me that calmed me the most. "Yes, for short periods of time. You can probably manage a full day and a half straight, or eight to nine hours per day if you revert to this form at night," she replied. "I don't want to revert to this form," I whined. She didn't get mad or upset but instead smiled caringly. "I know. I am sorry," she said. "But you should have been dead. Now you can see your loved ones. Work at your job. Continue your old life for several hours a day. That is more than most people get when they get shot through the heart." I let her words sink in. I really wasn't happy about this whole thing, but it could have been worse. I could have died outright. In fact, I should have. I focused on that. That one bit of information made this bearable. I still didn't like it, but, it was far better than the alternative. If this was the price to go on living, I supposed I could deal with it. I was amazed by how readily I was able to accept this change given that way of looking at it. I still wasn't totally happy though. "Yeah," I finally replied. "Thank you for saving my life Gillian," I said. "You are welcome," she replied. "I don't have the power to do that very often, only about every century or so. You are lucky I was ready and hadn't used it already." "Every century or so?" I asked. "That is a long time!" "Yes, we Fairies don't age or die. I am five hundred years old. There are many that are much much older still." I was somewhat speechless at all the information that was being thrown at me. Did that mean I wouldn't age or die either? "In case you were wondering, that now applies to you too," she added as if reading my mind. "So, can you read minds?" I asked. Her timing was rather eerie. "No, it was just your logical progression of thought," she replied. "OH," I uttered before going back to my own thoughts. All this time I was trying to get her to talk and now I was quiet and thoughtful. This had major implications for my life. I started thinking about all of the things in my life that would be different. I'd never be able to hang out with friends again after work, unless I saved up my time in my old form. I couldn't spend prolonged periods of time with people. Would I ever be able to have a serious girlfriend or get married? For a long time I sat there in silence running over all these questions. Gillian didn't interrupt me during this time. She patiently waited until I was ready to talk to her. Finally I started asking Gillian about fairies. Gillian explained to me the basics of fairy reproduction. Basically any living thing can be turned into a fairy. People remain about their normal size when transformed, smaller animals like mice or rodents make up the tiny pixies that we all know from fairytales. Even plants and insects can be transformed into fairies, but they are so small that they pretty much go unnoticed by people. She went on to describe the tiers of fairies with us human fairies being on the top. Only human fairies can transform another human and so it is down all the tiers. No creature can transform a higher level creature into a fairy, only equal or lower. I listened as intently as I could, but my thoughts still dwelled on how much my life changed. As we rode in my car I kept thinking about how strange my body felt. Nothing was quite like it should be. I had extra flesh on my chest. My butt was a little bit fleshier and everything else was smaller and skinnier. I also felt amazing, at least physically. I felt wide awake in spite of the late hour. I also felt energized and really good. No pain, no aches, no weariness, no laziness, nothing negative. I was also surprisingly optimistic about these changes. I asked Gillian about this. "That is because fairies don't get tired. We don't sleep. We don't get sick. We don't age. We are always the picture of health both physically and mentally. You may still feel scared or panic, but it will be short lived. A rational mind will always prevail," she answered. "Any injuries or physical problems will also be short lived. You will heal and recover extremely quickly. Your mind will always be at its best. You'll never be too tired to focus on a problem. However, given enough physical trauma, we can die. It will take more than a gunshot though, that is why you healed." I let this sink in. I wasn't sure what to make of this. I realized that in spite of the late hour, I wasn't tired at all. In fact, I was as clear headed as I had ever been. The amount of focus, determination, rational thinking that I had at my command was astounding. That would certainly explain why I hadn't panicked more than I had. I had been so preoccupied with my changes and myself that I hadn't really been paying attention to where we were driving. I was taken aback when I looked up and saw that we had pulled up to a massive house. It had a gate but Gillian rolled down the window and put it a code. The gate opened right up and we started driving up a long driveway. The house was massive and was immaculately landscaped from what I could see. I noted that I could see quite well even though it was dark outside. I wondered if that was also part of being a fairy. I made a note to ask Gillian about that later, among all the other questions I have. "Is this your house?" I asked her as I stared in awe at it. "Yes it is. Home sweet home," she replied. "So why are you a working girl then? If you don't mind my asking?" I asked tentatively. I didn't want to offend her but I simply couldn't fathom that walking around sleazy neighborhoods turning tricks paid for all this. "I don't mind you asking," she answered without any shame. "Fairies have an abnormally high sex drive. What is more, both orgasms and male semen make our magical abilities stronger, especially semen. Furthermore, Fairies are immune to all diseases and can't get pregnant, ever. We don't really have a lot of inhibitions when it comes to sex." "What?" I replied in shock at this latest revelation. I was surprised not only by the slutty nature, but the magic too. I had seen her perform some magic but I had really focused more on the changes to my body than the abilities that she possessed. I hadn't even thought about the fact that I probably possessed them now too, or at least could. "Yeah, that is a good way to have lots of sexual intercourse with men which increases my magical abilities. Plus it feels good too. Even with sleaze bags. Besides, most nights I just go to a bar or something. That is only an every now and then thing." "But ..." I started. "Well, it might not be for everyone. Don't worry; you don't have to do that if you don't want to," she interjected. "OK," I replied not really knowing what else to say. We pulled around to the side of the house. There was a massive bank of garage doors there. She had to get out and use a keypad to open one of seven garage doors. Inside it was more like a parking lot than a garage. There were dozens of cars here and they were all nicer than my mustang which wasn't too shabby to begin with. "Don't you have a car over by the motel somewhere?" I asked. "Oh, like I'd bring one of my nice cars over there," she said almost in disgust. "I just flew over. It's faster anyway," she replied casually. I just looked at her. I knew I had wings and figured that they were more than just decorative. But to actually fly seemed amazing to me. At just the thought of my wings they suddenly appeared. They were stronger than they looked. The ripped right through the shirt I was wearing like they were nothing. With my shirt split like that it fell to the floor and I was left topless. Surprisingly I didn't feel self-conscience at all. Gillian had also told me on the car ride that fairies had great body image, and with good reason. They were therefore not shy about being naked in front of people. I didn't recoil and cover myself like I did last time I was topless in front of her. I think last time I was more embarrassed that I had breasts to begin with. This time, I didn't feel at all ashamed in front of Gillian. "OOPS," I said somewhat sheepishly. "I thought about flying and wings, and well ..." I said as I pointed back to them. "It happens," she shrugged. "We don't need clothes here anyway." Suddenly my pants as well as her clothing all disappeared. "Frankly, I don't like wearing clothes when I don't have to." I just stared at her with a look of surprise. All of the clothes we were wearing just disappeared, even my old shirt on the floor. "I recycled the projections," she explained to me, as if that would explain it all. Clearly I had a lot to learn about this. I remembered that she called the clothes projections when I first got them. I had so many questions and things to think about that I had forgotten to ask her about it. "Oh. Yeah, that makes sense," I said sarcastically. My mood was lightening a bit. I was by no means used to this but I was at least comfortable with Gillian now. That was a good thing because I hoped she'd help me more than this. "Come on inside. We'll get a place for you if you'd like. Or you can take your car back to your place." "I think I'll stick around with you for now," I replied. "I hoped you would," she replied as she smiled warmly. We walked through the garage and into the house. I was surprised to see a small fairy about two feet tall greet us at the door. She flew up and hugged Gillian as she entered. I watched in awe as she nestled her face into Gillian's and snuggled with her for a minute. "Hey Cindy, were you a good girl while I was away?" she asked in a high pitched voice. It reminded me very much of the way people talk to their pets. Cindy didn't reply but just flew around energetically and excitedly. She came over to me and gave me a hug too. I was taken aback by this but let it happen. "Hi," she said to me. "Um, Hi Cindy," I replied back. "Cindy is a fairy too, but not originating from a human like us. She was actually a cat before this," Gillian explained. "Her mind is actually still very much like a cat. She can only communicate in the most simple of terms." "Wow," I exclaimed. "Our relationship is actually very much like a human owner pet relationship," she went on to say. "Her human appearance and the fact that she can talk just a little bit is deceiving." I didn't really have a good reply to that. Instead I just looked at Cindy. She was about two feet tall and just as hot as Gillian was. She had blue hair and wings and stripes down her body. Cindy just perched herself on my shoulder and wrapped her arm around my head. The whole thing was quite surreal. "Well, I don't know about you, but it is past time to eat," she said to me. I hadn't noticed it before but I was starving. I hadn't felt this hungry in a long time. I felt like I hadn't eaten in days, which wasn't even close to true. "Yes, I am starving," I said. "You should be," she replied. "Fairies need to eat an awful lot to sustain them, much more than people. We need even more after healing from injuries like you just did. I have five to seven large meals a day." She led me into her kitchen. Cindy fluttered off to some other part of the house as we walked. Her kitchen was very large and looked more like a restaurant than a home kitchen. She walked through a massive isle in the kitchen and started flipping up big stainless steel lids that were covering the food preparation areas. I was amazed when I saw lots of food ready to go underneath. She had a chargrill and deep fryers that were amazingly fired up and ready. "I just leave this stuff on all the time," she said as she threw some fries into the deep fryer from the nearby freezer. She then went over to the chargrill and threw ten hamburger patties on. She wasn't kidding when she said large. After the full basket of fries and ten hamburgers, she pulled out an entire pack of hotdogs and threw them on the chargrill. "Do you think that will be enough?" she asked me. "Are you kidding?" I asked. "I might have two hamburgers and a few fries, tops." "Oh, I think you'll be surprised." I shrugged and followed her instructions to help her prepare our massive greasy meal. She explained that during the day she had people come in and cook her more elaborate meals than this. At night she liked quick things that would give her the calories she needed at night. This certainly flew in the face of conventional wisdom for a woman as hot and fit as her to be eating this crap every night. But she explained that fairies need calories above all else when it comes to their nutritional requirements. This food certainly had plenty of that. We finished cooking our eight hotdogs, ten hamburgers and large basket of fries. Gillian expertly threw them on the appropriate buns. She had a rack of those just like a restaurant would. There was a bar all set up for toppings on my burgers and fries. She had good stuff too. I set up my five burgers and four hot dogs the way I wanted. There were some refrigerated containers that had potato salad and other similar items as well. I followed Gillian's lead and took a large helping of each. I seriously doubted I'd even be able to eat a fraction of this food, but Gillian seemed sure that I'd need it. We each balanced our trays full of food out to a table in the next room. It was nice, but not ornate and fancy. There was a TV on the wall. There was a touch screen that had menu items for movies and music right next to the table. This was more of a casual lounge than the fancy dining room that I was expecting in this house. We started eating and I was surprised at how much food it took to satisfy me. After two hamburgers and a hot dog I was expecting to be full, but I still had a hungry pit in my stomach. I wolfed down the rest of my large fatty meal like someone who hadn't eaten in days. "See, I told you that you'd eat a lot." Gillian smiled at me from across the table. We were quite the sight, two naked and hot women eating massive amounts of food in a rather unladylike fashion. "If you're still hungry there is plenty more," she said. "I keep things well stocked as you can see." "I think I could eat a bit more," I replied. "Then I have just the thing," she said. She started gathering up her plates and baskets so I started doing the same. I followed her back to the kitchen area. She threw her dishes in a large sink that had water in it. "Maria will wash those in the morning," she said casually as she continued on. I did the same with my dishes and followed her. She went into a large walk in freezer. On one wall there were half gallons of every kind of ice cream that I could think of. She selected one. I began to follow her out but she indicated that she definitely wasn't sharing. She gestured for me to pick my own. I picked my favorite ice cream, chocolate chip cookie dough, and followed her out of the freezer. I noticed that even though I was naked in a freezer, that I didn't get cold or have stiff nipples like I would have expected. I could feel that it was cold, but it didn't seem to affect my body at all beyond that. It certainly wasn't uncomfortable. I wondered if I'd be able to withstand cold winter nights without clothes. We each ate our entire half gallon of ice cream complete with whipped cream and toppings. When we were all done and cleaned up, we sat back on a large couch in her living room, satisfied for the time being. I didn't feel stuffed at all, but I wasn't hungry either. "I have never eaten that much in one sitting in my life," I said. "Fairies sure eat a lot, don't they?" she asked rhetorically. I nodded in agreement. "You are welcome to stay here as long as you need," she offered. "I would recommend taking at least a few days off of work. You have a lot to get used to and resuming and holding your normal form for work will take some time and practice," she said. "Thank you for helping me," I said. "One thing you should know about fairies. When we transform another living creature into a fairy, we tend to think of them as our offspring of sorts. You'll get all the help that you need from me." "Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I remembered the circumstances of my so called birth today. I had killed at least one man and the police were undoubtedly looking for me. I fled the scene so even though it was all in the defense of myself and others, there would likely be hell to pay. "I killed them! What even happened? My car ... the gun ... the police," I stammered as I began to panic. Then the calm focus and rational thought that Gillian had described took hold. I calmed down. I had been so preoccupied with my own changes that I had completely forgotten about the man I'd killed up until now. "First of all, you only got one. The other one is still alive. Don't worry. I took care of everything," she said. "I normally wouldn't advocate violence. Fairies are generally pretty good natured, but it was justified given the circumstances. You didn't know that they couldn't really hurt me, and they certainly hurt you." "How did you take care of it?" I said. "I projected a wall in front of the guy at the motel so he couldn't see. I used another projection to change the license plate on your car the whole time we were in it. You were shrouded in a smoke screen that I projected as well. The gun is in the car and we'll dispose of it soon. I know for a fact there are no security cameras in that area and the parking lot of that motel is secluded enough that between the smoke screen, and the projections that I put up, nobody saw a thing. Besides, fairies in our natural glowing forms can't be captured by cameras. It has something to do with our aura." "I still feel bad for killing him." "Neither of them gave you much choice. It was them that put you in that situation to begin with and they escalated it, not you." Part of me knew she was right, but another part of me thought I should turn myself in and try to explain the whole situation to someone and face whatever came. There were certainly a lot of questions that couldn't be easily answered either. My injuries and subsequent transformation necessitated a rapid departure. "What happened?" I asked. "Well, you did kill the first guy," she started tentatively. "The second guy however can't be killed by a gun. He wasn't human." "What?" I gasped. "Is he a fairy too? I thought you said they were all women." "Fairies are," she replied. "No, he was a troll. Trolls are Very nasty, mean, and tough as hell." "First fairies, now trolls?" I exclaimed. This was too much. I had to deal with my life completely changing in multiple ways at once. I killed a man. I am now a woman. I am now a fairy. I couldn't deal with this right now. "I have to clear my head," I announced. "Thanks for your help, but I haven't decided what I am going to do yet." Of course I had more questions. But I hadn't even processed the information I already had. I was most worried about the fact that I killed a guy. Then there was the whole physical transformation I had just undergone. I didn't have room in my head for any more information. "Take all the time you need," she said. "I'm going to go for a drive," I said. For just a moment she looked like she was going to try to talk me out of that, but she didn't. "OK. I saved your phone and wallet and keys when I burned your pants, they are in your car. Projecting simply things like clothing is easy. Just concentrate and poof. Be sure to hide your aura," she said after me. I walked to my car trying not to be rude but deep in worry. She seemed very motherly. She made sure that she had my phone number and that I had hers. She also had given me a garage door opener for the external gate and the garage and keys to her house. She wasn't kidding when she said that fairies treat their transformed like offspring. We just met earlier and she handed me everything needed to come and go freely. I went to the privacy of the garage. I suppressed my aura like I had done before. It wasn't hard and my body seemed to know how to do it. Again that well of energy seemed to be somewhat depleted. It had been instantly recharged when I dropped my suppression earlier in the garage. Now it was back to where it was the first time I suppressed my aura. Now I was just a regular looking hot chick with red hair standing naked in a garage. My wings and crimson aura were gone, but I couldn't go out like this. I thought about what Gillian had said about projecting. She said it was easy. I thought about a pair of pants. It took me a minute to figure out how to project my thoughts into reality. Soon I was wearing a pair of jeans and I felt that same well of energy deplete a bit more. It still seemed to be pretty full however. I had only used up a small bit of it. These jeans weren't at all like when Gillian had projected a pair of jeans for me. These were lopsided and hung around my body badly. They didn't fit at all. It was really more like wrapping cloth around my body with a few stitches here and there. "So much for easy," I muttered under my breath. I had seen Gillian do what she called re-cycling the projections so I figure that I could as well. I concentrated and experimented with my projection abilities. Soon my lopsided jeans were gone and I felt the well of energy fill back up again. It was like I had a limited amount of stuff that I could project but I could pull them back and reuse the same energy. "Cool," I said in realization. It took a few more tries but I got a pair of jeans that still looked like crap, but was passable if not stylish. I managed to project a shirt as well. I wouldn't call it easy but I managed. It was trickier than I would have thought. I couldn't just picture the item in my mind; I had to in essence design the item. I had to think about the seams, the stitching, the collars, the pockets. The power of projection didn't fill in all the details for me. I had to provide them. That is why my clothes looked so bad. I didn't know anything about how to cut a proper garment. It was odd; it was almost like I imagined the materials in my mind and could fit them together in some virtual design space. Then when I was done, they became reality. Nevertheless I was dressed with something that sort of fit me. I'd have to get better at this. I got into my car and found the items that Gillian had recovered and salvaged for me. I also clipped the new garage door opener next to my old one and hopped in. I looked at the rearview mirror and caught a glimpse of my reflection in it. I hadn't actually seen what I looked like up until now. I had been so busy and there was so much to take in. I saw a very youthful face looking back at me. I had high cheekbones and strong, yet extremely attractive features. I looked at least as good as any supermodel out there. My hair was red as were my irises and lips. It was like I was permanently wearing deep red lipstick. I rubbed at my lips in case somehow Gillian had snuck some onto me. Nothing came off. It appeared to be my natural lip color. I had seen Gillian with orange lips in her full fairy form. She seemed to be able to suppress her lip, hair, and eye color much like suppressing the aura. I decided not to mess with that for now. I stared at the face in the mirror for quite some time. I couldn't believe that the pretty young girl in the mirror was me. I poked at my face in the mirror half expecting the reflection to do something different. I made dozens of faces hoping that each time the girl I saw would do something else. Of course she mimicked me exactly, for she was me. I have no idea how long I looked at myself in the mirror. It only felt like a few minutes, but I think it was close to twenty. I was on the verge of panicking the whole time but I maintained control. At length I decided to actually go on my drive. I was dismayed to see that the locking mechanism on my steering wheel had been removed. My steering column was ripped open. I had the keys to my car but there was nowhere to put them. I wondered how to start my car. When they hotwired it they had pulled some wires out. I messed with the wires a bit and figured out how to start it and keep the engine running. Two different things as I quickly discovered. "Bastards," I muttered in disgust. "Why couldn't they just leave me alone? Then I'd be home, and that man would still be alive and I wouldn't be a woman." Once my car was running I pulled out of the massive garage and down the driveway. I marked this spot in my car's GPS so I could get back. This was a much nicer part of town and was much easier to find the highway. We were quite a bit north of where we were before. I briefly debated whether I should simply go home to my own house, or just going on a long nice drive. I decided that I wanted nothing more than to simply go home. I hopped on the freeway and drove all the way up to my house in the suburbs. It had been a long night. I wasn't tired physically, but I wanted to relax in my house and get accustomed to this. I also needed to take the day off of work and figure out how to revert my appearance back to normal for periods of time. Gillian had said this might take some practice. I needed to get on that. I debated the wisdom of leaving Gillian's house where she could help me. I really wanted to go home though. It was a place that was mine and familiar. Gillian was most hospitable, and her house was amazing, but it wasn't quite home. I kind of spaced as I drove and tried to just enjoy the drive. I thought about work and what my father would think if he found out. Another weekend like this one wouldn't be possible without him knowing. From what Gillian had told me I couldn't hold my old appearance for that much time straight. Should I tell him? That would freak him out. Hell, it freaked me out. I'd have plenty of time for that later. I didn't need to worry about that right now. I pulled into my neighborhood at about 6:30 am. I pulled up to my house and hit the button for the garage door. I pulled my car into its place and closed the door behind me. I got out of my car and headed to the door that led into my house. For just a second I froze. I couldn't help but think that something was wrong. I shook that feeling off and put my key into the lock and went inside. I entered my house. All appeared to be just fine. I felt that feeling again. It is hard to describe, I just knew that something wasn't right. I didn't have time to dwell on it. I was hit hard on the head from behind me. I could feel blood trickling down the back of my neck. It hurt like hell for a moment, but only for a moment. Soon I felt like normal and spun around to face my attacker. "You," I said as I saw Sean. How the hell did he find me? The only explanation I could come up with is that he found my address in my car while he had it. It was on my registration and at least a few other things no doubt. "You killed my brother, bitch," he sneered. He had a bat in his hand. He swung at me again. This time I saw it coming. I was amazed at how quickly I was able to react. It was totally natural to me to move my body quickly and fluidly. I dodged his attack and spun around to come up behind his hand on the backswing. I swiftly kicked the bat forward out of his hands almost on autopilot. I wondered if I was moving as gracefully as Gillian had last night. This was so natural and easy for me. I spun around to see another man was there with Sean. He had a gun in his hand and shot at me. I looked down at my chest as I realized that I was about to have a repeat of last night. I saw my shirt get red. This time it hurt like hell. Last time I blacked out before it hurt. This time I didn't black out or even feel woozy. I also noticed that there wasn't much blood at all on my shirt. Just a little bit. I stumbled back with pain. Soon however the pain subsided. It only lasted a few seconds and then I felt fine. Gillian said I would heal from most injuries very quickly. Is this what happened? I didn't have time to think about it. My attackers were still in the room. I got up again and faced the guy with the gun. He had a dumbfounded look on his face. He then raised the gun again. I desperately wished that I had some defense against this. It is almost as if my body responded to my desires. My clothes disappeared and I was in full fairy form right in front of them. My crimson hair and stripes and wings in were visible in all their glory, glowing and filling the room. The second guy started unloading his clip right at me. I didn't get hit this time. Instead a red glow flickered around me every time he shot at me. I could sense that well of energy being depleted slightly each time. It didn't come back either. It was like I was surrounded by some kind of shield. Sean was still behind me. I had forgotten about him. I felt him slam into my back and press me against the wall. I struggled to get away from him but he had me pinned against the wall. He was strong. Gillian had said that despite our dainty feminine appearance, fairies are stronger than the largest strongest human men. This guy had me beat by a ton. I flapped my wings wildly as he had me pressed against the wall. I could feel my wings pummeling him in the face. This must have annoyed or distracted him enough that I managed to wriggle free. I picked up the bat that I had knocked out of Sean's hand. He came at me again and I swung swiftly and with as much force as I could. I broke the bat over Sean's head. He shook it off like it was nothing. During the whole struggle with Sean, I had been continuously taking fire from the other guy and absorbing it with my energy shield. "How?" I asked as he kept coming at me. "I could ask the same thing dude .. lady, whatever," he said as he swung his fist at me. He was slow and clumsy compared to me. I dodged out of the way. And then I made a break for it. I ran past him as he swung and dodged the other guy who was re-loading his gun. I ran out the front door completely naked and with my wings showing. "Come on," I said to myself as I began fluttering my wings. I knew that I could fly but I hoped I could learn to do it quickly. So far my body had always seemed to know what to do. I was banking on that now. Back and forth they fluttered creating a massive wind storm. I think I got the technique at least partially because I found myself propelled forward. I wasn't quite getting the lift that I wanted but I could feel the thrust my wings were producing. I was launched forward into the street. My neighbor was going to work at this time and I flew right in front of him. He hit me with his car pretty hard. I flew into the yard across the street and hit a tree. My entire body felt like it had just been shattered into a million pieces. First there was the impact with the Buick, then again with a tree. It hurt like hell. The pain subsided fairly quickly and I scrambled to my feet. I quickly felt my arms and legs to see if anything was broken. If it was, it wasn't anymore. "Oh no, are you OK?" my neighbor yelled as he ran toward me. By now the two men were right behind me and one of them had opened fire. My neighbor took cover in his car and then sped off. I thought about my energy shield again and just in time. More bullets flew toward me but were stopped as they hit my shield. I sensed my energy well going down even further with each hit. At least the bullets weren't hitting me. I was down to just a little over half of my magical energy now. I remembered the blast thing that Gillian had done with her hands. I hoped that I'd be able to do it. I raised my hands and thought about what I had seen. I concentrated as hard as I could. I felt a massive amount of energy emerging in my chest and flowing down my arms. It didn't hurt, but I could feel the power. My body marshaled the energy down my arm and into my hand. Soon a blast of crimson energy flew from my fingertips and careened toward a tree in my front yard. I had missed the men completely. I hadn't gone to the range with this thing like I had with my Glock. I watched in both awe and disappointment as the tree in my front yard splintered and exploded outward like it had been hit by lightning or something. I wished that I hadn't destroyed my favorite tree, and that I'd hit them. I also noticed that this used up more energy that my shield did. That blast had used up almost a fifth of what I had left. I prepared for another blast toward them. This time I hit the one with the gun that was firing at me. He flew backward about fifty feet. His clothing was charred and smoldering. Other than that he seemed fine. He got up and charged toward me. At least he had lost his firearm. I didn't know what to do so I ran. I couldn't keep going through energy like this and I didn't know what I was doing. Fleeing seemed like the most sensible option. I ran as fast as I could. I was surprised at