The Making of a Fairy
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Andy woke up at 3.13 am, and immediately knew that something was strange.
Andy rarely woke up in the middle of the night. But he knew that he'd
heard a sound. And what was more, he knew the sound had come from inside
his room.
Cautiously he looked around. The room was dark. He felt he could almost
hear a voice in his head saying, "Go back to sleep. It was just a noise
outside." But he knew the noise had come from inside his room.
So he decided to fool it, whatever was making the noise. He pretended to
stir slightly and go back to sleep.
Soon he could sense something, a very high pitched sound. Almost like
when you hear a mosquito closing in on you in the dark. So he slowly
reached toward the lamp switch (one of those switches that are on the
cord, dangling by the side of the bed), and waited until his finger was
on it and the noise was closer. Then he turned on the lamp and opened my
eyes at the same time.
And gasped in surprise.
It was a fairy. At least, it looked pretty much like the fairies in
books. She was humanoid, about a foot and a half tall, fluttering in
front of him. She had a wand stuck into her belt, and was looking at a
small clipboard when Andy startled her.
"What are... I mean... who are you?" Andy whispered.
She thought for a moment. "Well, since I've been spotted, I might as well
tell you. I'm The Boob Fairy."
"The Boob Fairy?"
"Yes, The Boob Fairy. Haven't you been expecting me?"
"No, why would I. I've never even heard of The Boob Fairy."
She sighed. "What sort of schoolyard friends do you have? You've never
heard of The Boob Fairy? Really?"
"Nope."
"Well, my job is to get boob growth started. I come to girls at night,
wave my wand, and their boobs start growing."
"Ah," he said. "Well that's why I haven't heard of you. I'm a boy. I
won't be needing your services."
"A boy? I don't think so. That's not what my records say."
"Trust me, I'm a boy."
"One moment." She pressed a few buttons on a device. "Your records says
Andrea Rogers, female, born 13 years ago last month."
"Ah, well there's the confusion. It's Andrew Rogers."
"That's not what our records say."
"Then your records are wrong."
She scowled at him, "Never argue with the guy upstairs. Our records are
always correct."
"But they contradict reality. Look at me. Boy. Boys' pyjamas. Boy's
room."
"Well then, when our records and reality don't match... I'll just have to
alter reality."
"What?"
"Alter reality. It takes a while. Memories and objects take several weeks
to change. But it's a straightforward fix. We do it all the time."
"Wait... you want to change me into a girl?"
"I HAVE to change you into a girl."
"But I don't want to!"
"Andrea, weren't you listening in biology class?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That no one chooses their sex. It's a 50/50 chance: if you get a sperm
with an X chromosome, you become a girl. If you get a sperm with a Y
chromosome, you become a boy. What you WANT has nothing to with it. Your
sex gets assigned to you. You can't just go saying, 'I prefer being
male', because it's not your choice. You have been assigned to be
female."
"But that's the thing. My chromosomes made me male."
"Then we'll need to fix them."
"But they don't need fixing!"
"Really? What do you do in your spare time?"
"I read, hang out with my friends."
"Doesn't sound very boyish. Do you play football?"
"I play basketball."
"Hmph. A girls' game. Do you get in fights at school?"
"No, I try to avoid them."
"You don't sound very boyish."
"You're as bad as the bullies at school. Why do I have to do all that
macho stuff?"
"You don't. But if you don't, why do you need to be a boy?"
"Because I am."
"But our records say you're not. I've told you before: our records are
always correct. If our records contradict what you see on Earth, then
something on Earth is wrong. Which means it needs to be fixed."
"That's unfair!"
"Look, Andrea, I don't make the decisions. I'm just here to do my job.
Now are you going to do this willingly?"
"No!"
"Very well."
She shot two beams from her wand. One hit Andy in each nipple. He winced
in pain.
"OK, that's done. You should start growth in the next week."
"What???"
"Look, Andrea, I've got a lot of girls to see tonight, so I've got to go.
Would you like to send you back to sleep?"
And that's the last thing Andy remembered, before he woke up in the
morning.
*****
What a dream.
Andy woke up. Well, it was just a dream, wasn't it? His chest felt no
different. He had morning wood as usual.
"Actually," he thought, "my nipples are a tiny bit sensitive." He guessed
that the dream was a subconscious reaction to whatever had happened to
his nipples.
He got in the shower, and again, the water on his nipples was sensitive.
Then when he dried off, they really were very sensitive, almost difficult
to dry.
Still, Andy managed to get dry and get dressed for school. But all
through the day his nipples were irritated by his shirt. So much so, that
as soon as he got home he got changed, and put on a singlet underneath.
The next day his nipples were still sensitive, so he wore a singlet to
school. It felt a lot better, and Andy got into the habit of wearing a
singlet every day.
*****
Andy's mother approached him on the weekend.
"Andy, I see you've taken to wearing singlets."
"Yes Mum. My... my chest has been a bit sensitive lately. I think the
fabric of the shirts itches it."
"OK, would you like me to buy you a few more?"
"Umm, I guess so. Thanks."
"Oh, and Andy?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't worry. It's a normal part of growing up."
The last comment didn't quite sound right, but Andy let it be.
When his mother gave him the singlets, they weren't what he expected.
Instead of the boys' singlets he was used to wearing, with the shoulder
material more than an inch wide, these singlets had thin shoulder straps.
Like... like girls' singlets. But when he tried one on, he had to admit
that the material was a lot softer than his old singlets. So he thought
he'd try it for one day. In fact, it was so smooth, he also wore it that
night, underneath his pyjamas.
His suspicions were confirmed when he put one in the wash the next
morning. The tag said, "Girls' size 12." But still, it was that much more
comfortable than his old singlets. He decided he'd continue to wear them,
and hoped nobody except his mother would notice.
*****
The softer singlets were just in time too. Because that day his chest was
even more sensitive, if anything. He thought there might even be a
swelling, though it could be his imagination.
But the next morning, there was no denying it. There definitely were two
little swellings on his chest. "Could it be anything to do with that
dream?," he thought. "No, that's ridiculous. It's just some sort of rash.
I'm sure these soft singlets will help."
But the next day the swellings were even bigger. Andy put on his shirt,
and they almost looked like tiny boobs. So Andy put on a jacket. Wearing
the jacket, and leaving it unzipped, hid the swelling pretty well. So
Andy took to wearing an unzipped jacket all the time from then on.
*****
A few weeks later, during the term break at school, Andy's Mum came to
his room.
"Andi, we need to talk," said his mother.
"OK Mum."
"Andi, I can't help noticing some changes in you."
She paused and then went on,
"I'm going to get straight to the point. Andi, I think you're ready for a
training bra."
It took Andy several seconds to process what she'd said.
"Do you think that's necessary?," stammered Andy. "Wouldn't that be a
bit... weird?"
"Oh not at all," she said. "It's a normal part of growing up."
("Normal?" thought Andy).
"Look, I'm sure most of the other girls in your class are wearing bras or
training bras by now."
("OTHER girls?" thought Andy).
"You see, without a bra, your nipples can stick out a bit, which can be
quite embarrassing. So even though you're not too developed yet, you
really should wear one whenever you leave the house."
Andy was speechless.
His mother held up a bag. "So I've got some training bras in your size."
She took one out, and handed it him. "Here, try one on and come out and
show me."
So his mother went out. Andy, too stunned to speak, still had the
training bra in his hand.
He decided he had no choice but to comply. He took off his jacket, shirt
and singlet. With some difficulty, he put on the training bra and did it
up at the back. Then he put the shirt back on, and went out into the
hallway to show his mother.
She gave a smile. "Oooh, I like it. You do look like a young lady now."
She have him a hug and said with pride, "My little Andi is growing up!."
And he was still too stunned to speak. So he smiled weakly, and returned
to his room.
And yet, he had to admit, the training bra was even smoother on his skin
than the singlet. Andy had no idea why his mother had got it into his
head that he should look like a girl. But for now, he figured he'd have
to wear one since she'd asked.
"But there's no way I'm letting anyone see I'm wearing a training bra,"
he thought to himself. So he put the jacket on again. The training bra
made the lumps look much more pronounced than they actually were, but he
was relieved to see that the unzipped jacket still did a good job of
hiding them.
So Andy began secretly wore training bras during the term break. His
mother occasionally called him "Sweetie," but everyone else in his
family, and his friends, kept treating him the same as they always had.
*****
But was a shock when Andy returned to school after the term break. His
locker said, "Andi" instead of "Andy."
Andy put it down to a practical joke, until he saw the name, "Andi" on a
couple of class lists also. People really did think he was now "Andi."
A bigger shock came during PE (Physical Education). As he went towards
the boys' changerooms, his classmate Sophie grabbed him. "Where do you
think you're going silly! The girls' changerooms are the next door!"
Again, Andy was too stunned to say anything. He followed Sophie into the
girls' changerooms.
Andy found a corner, so he could get changed with his back turned, and
got into his shorts and sport shirt. Of course he left the training bra
on. He looked at himself in a mirror. Without the jacket, and in the
buttonless PE shirt, there was no doubt that he had small boobs. With
that though, the bulge in his shorts looked out of place. Feeling he had
no alternative, Andy tucked his penis under, and looked at himself in the
mirror again.
He gasped. He looked, for all the world, like a young teenage girl. Even
his short haircut didn't spoil the illusion: anyone looking would have
thought he was a girl with a boyish haircut, not a boy in a training bra.
In PE, Andy was put with the girls and made to do the same routines as
the girls. But no one except Andy thought that was unusual. Also,
apparently no one thought it strange that Andy now had small boobs.
When Andy got home, it soon became apparent that the rest of his family
was now also under the illusion that he was a girl. His father called him
"Honey" and his brother referred to Andy and his sister as "the girls."
*****
The next Saturday, Andy's mother came to have another talk to him.
"Andi, I think you're starting to grow out of some of your clothes. It's
time for a shopping trip!"
Andy was a bit hesitant, but went along with it. As he was dreading, they
went to the girls' section. He looked at all the bright colours. There
was no escaping from the girliness of the place.
A female shop assistant came and took his measurements. It was
humiliating being measured around the bust especially, but the woman was
very nice about it.
They picked out a range of clothes, which fortunately were in fairly
neutral colours.
The next morning was Sunday. Andy knew he'd be expected to wear some of
his new clothes for church. But when he tried them on, he realised they
didn't fit quite right. The shirt was too tight around the shoulders,
while the shorts were baggy around the hips. The shirt also had the
buttons on the wrong side. He decided he couldn't wear the shirt, but did
wear the shorts, despite the bad fit.
It wasn't until that evening that Andy realised that, all through the
day, he hadn't noticed the ill-fitting shorts. They actually fitted quite
well.
Had they shrunk? And how was the possible? Or had his hips widened?
Again, how was that possible? But anyway, it seemed that whatever the
reason. the shorts were an OK fit after all.
*****
Reasoning that his mother knew best, he decided to wear one of the girl
shirts for school the next day. It really was quite tight around the
chest, but he managed.
As he walked to his classroom though, he realised that the shirt, also,
has a good fit now. What had happened.
"Good morning Andi," said Sophie.
"Good mor-" Andy stopped. His voice was not the same. "Good morning
Sophie," came a sweet, high voice.
Andy could not believe it. Until now he had hoped, against all evidence,
that this was some sort of mass delusion, coupled with a chest rash. But
now it was clear. He said a few more words quietly and there was no
doubt. His voice, which had only just begun to break in the first place,
had un-broken.
It's the clothing, Andy thought, in a moment of clarity. The singlets and
training bras had altered his chest and given him boobs. The shorts had
worked magic on his hips, giving him wider feminine hips. And now the
shirt had magically pushed his shoulders in, and shrunk his voice box at
the same time.
Andy began to cry.
Sophie gave him a hug.
"Are you alright Andi?"
Andy nodded.
"Time of the month?"
Andy shook his head.
"Here, you'll be alright. I'll sit with you." She offered Andy a tissue.
And smiled weakly and thanked her.
*****
And so it came that Andy began wearing all female outer clothing. His old
shirts and pants no longer fitted, so they were gradually throw out over
the next few weeks. All he had to choose from was girls' clothes now.
The only male clothing left was his boxer shorts. Andy reasoned that he
could get away with wearing boxer shorts, even if people were under the
illusion that he was a girl, because no one could see what he was wearing
underneath.
So for a few weeks Andy led this strange existence. He felt like a boy,
despite the small lumps on his chest and the fact his voice had un-
broken. But everyone treated him as if he had always been female.
Andy looked through the old family albums, and even they had changed: in
his youngest photos he wore dresses, before he entered a bit of a tomboy
stage where he always wore shorts or pants. But he was sure he hadn't
seen himself in a dress when he'd looked though the albums before.
He even dug out his old birth certificate: "Andrea Rogers, Female." There
was no doubt, The Boob Fairy really had come, and worked some kind of
peculiar magic. And Andy had no idea how to reverse it.
*****
A few Fridays later, Andy came home from school and found that all his
boxer shorts were gone from his drawer. The only pair of boxer shorts
left were the ones he was wearing. On his desk in his room were several
pairs of pink, purple and light blue girls' panties.
A few minutes later, Andy's mother came to his room.
"Andi dear, there's something else we need to talk about."
"As you go through puberty, your vagina starts to produce a fluid called
discharge. This slowly leaks out, and is completely normal. Over the next
year or so, it will increase, and eventually you will start to have
periods."
"So now that you're producing discharge, it is important that you wear
panties instead of boxers. Because with boxers, the discharge can leak
down your leg, which is really unhygienic."
"I know you've always liked the comfortable feel of boxers, but it's time
to move to panties."
"So I've thrown out all your boxers, and bought you these panties. I
expect you to wear panties from now on, for hygiene reasons. I hope you
understand, sweetie."
She have him a hug and left the room.
Andy stared at the panties. He knew, with dread, what this meant.
He knew that magic was happening, and he knew that his clothing had been
the main driver of the magic. So he knew that wearing panties would carry
magic power. He knew that wearing panties would spell the end of what
remained of his manhood - his penis and balls.
But what choice did he have? He couldn't wear the one remaining pair of
boxers forever. Besides, the magic had altered his life already. He
already had little boobs. His voice had become high again. And everyone
in the world, even his own family, only remembered him as a girl. Every
single photo and record said he was a girl. So what was the point in
fighting it?
That night, at bed, he put on his nightie. Then, reluctantly, he removed
the boxers and put on a pair of pink panties. He noticed they were tight
at the front, but he had a feeling they wouldn't be tight for much
longer. He crawled into bed, and cried himself to sleep.
*****
Andy woke up the next morning.
And yes, the panties didn't feel tight at front.
With trepidation, he moved his hand slowly down his stomach.
He reached the elastic of his panties. He wasn't ready to put his hand
inside, so he felt the outside, continuing to slide his hand slowly down.
After about an inch more, he knew something was different. The panties
were not bulging out in any way, but were continuing to curve inwards.
Then he felt it. No, not a penis. He felt the start of an indentation.
Although he had been expecting it, it was still a shock. Disbelieving, he
pushed his finger further down. There was no doubt. This was an opening.
A vulva.
He continued to feel down and around. No penis anywhere. Andy had become
Andi.
Now fully awake, and beginning to cry, she put her hand inside her
panties and felt. The labia felt just like her scrotum had, but they
weren't a scrotum. There were no balls inside them, they were smooth. Her
penis was gone entirely, the opening of her vulva in its place.
She got up and sat on her bed. She took her nightie off and just looked
at herself. Boobs. Smooth skin. Girly panties with no penis inside.
It was done. She was female.
There was nothing more she could do. "I guess," she thought, "this was
how I was meant to be. It all feels alien, but I've survived boobs and a
high voice and everyone thinking I'm a girl. I guess I can survive
actually being a girl."
It sucked, but she remembered what The Boob Fairy had said. She hadn't
chosen this, but no one chooses their sex. By some weird cosmic mix-up,
she had been a boy for 13 years. But if this is what she was actually
meant to be, she couldn't change it.
It would be hard, but somehow she would manage.
She got up, got ready, and faced the world as a girl.
*****
Andi didn't know it then, but she would live reasonably happy ever after.
She would go on to achieve well at school, break many gender barriers in
a successful career, marry a strong and handsome man, and later give
birth to 3 beautiful children.
Sometimes she would wonder if it would have been easier as a man, with a
smoother career path and not being the one who had to get pregnant and
bear the children. She embraced pregnancy, but there were times when she
resented it a little. Why did men have it so much easier?
And although she loved her husband very much, there were times, during
lovemaking, when she would wonder why she had to be the one being
penetrated. She wondered why she had missed out on being the strong and
dominant one, the one doing the penetrating.
But she would figure it was her lot in life: God had chosen her to be a
woman, for whatever reason.
And God had sent The Boob Fairy to turn her into a woman after an initial
mistake.
Though sometimes, when she was deep in thought, Andi would wonder how
such an initial mistake could have been possible.
*****
(In Heaven, 6 months after The Boob Fairy's visit).
Kevin, an angel in Heaven's IT Department, was looking through the
records.
"Sarah! Sarah!"
"Yes Kevin?"
"Have you ever heard of 'Fount Snoadon Birthing Centre'?"
"No, let me have a look."
The records are originally handwritten, and later digitised. So Sarah
retrieved the JPEG of the handwritten original and examined it. After a
few seconds, a light bulb went off in Sarah's head.
"That's not 'Fount Snoadon', that's 'Mount Snowdon'. It's written in a
really strange script. The 'M' looks like an 'F', and the 'w' looks like
a lower case 'a'. so it's not Fount Snoadon, it's Mount Snowdon'."
"Oh I see," said Kevin.
"Oh wait" said Kevin. "So the name and sex are wrong too! It's not
'Andrea Rogers (F), born in Fount Snoadon'. It's 'Andrew Rogers (M), born
in Mount Snowdon'. What a mix up!"
Sarah checked some other records. "No, 'Female' is correct. See, it says
here that The Boob Fairy visited her last year. So she must have been
verified as female."
"OK, I'll just correct her place of birth then. That's strange
handwriting though. I'm glad we noticed it. We wouldn't want an error in
the records to cause problems for anyone."
The End
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