by Moshe Harel
“So, he won’t be mad at me for having sex?”
“Not for that, but for doing so without protection. You’re lucky Gran took care of that. Did she buy you some condoms today?”
I nodded, blushing slightly.
“Make sure to use them properly each time you have sex. I’ll take you to the gynecologist for the pill in a few days, but it takes some time before they can reach full effectiveness. You should be protected until then.”
I knew Gran’s method was quite safer, as I could cast that charm on myself each morning and each evening, unlike condoms, which need to be put on when we’re already too aroused to pay much attention. I still nodded reassuringly at Mom. I knew she was not going to trust what she couldn’t understand even a bit. I couldn’t blame her. It took Gran most of the morning to convince me, and I was a fairy, being able to reproduce her deeds. How could Mom trust it, when she couldn’t check any of it?
Mom seemed to be content with my reaction. “I’ll talk to Dad. He may still want to speak with you tomorrow. Please understand that he loves you and cares for you, even if that means he may act in ways you don’t like.”
I smiled at her. “I know. And I love him too.”
Gran came to my room a few minutes after Mom left. “Where will you put your new toys?” she asked me.
“In one of the drawers, I suppose.”
Gran checked them one by one. Only the upper drawer had a key and I had my diary in it. “Do you ever lock this?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I stopped writing in that diary after my thirteenth birthday. Mom used to read it then, and I used to write only what I wanted her to read. Now she treats me more like an adult, so . . .”
The lowest drawer was almost empty. It was too much of a bother to reach it, so I rarely put anything in it. “This may work fine for you,” Gran said.
“How?”
“Whatever you put there, after casting your charm, will only be accessible to you. Nobody else will be able to see or touch it.”
That sounded like a useful charm. It would finally allow me to keep some private things private, even from my siblings.
Gran explained what to do and how to cast it. “You need to recast the charm about once a month, just to be safe, as all magic fades with time, although you seem to catch quickly and cast very powerfully. Your charms should last longer than usual.”
It really wasn’t difficult. Once I knew how to do it, I made that drawer my safe storage. I tried it by putting a crayon in there when Gran wasn’t looking. She couldn’t find it, not even after casting some complex revealing charms. We were both content.
“I’ll bring you your toys in the morning. You can do without them tonight,” Gran said teasingly. I didn’t mind. I was tired enough to go to bed and fall asleep, and I did moments after she left.
Dad took me aside for a talk as soon as breakfast was over.
“I’m very worried about what your Mom told me, dear. I don’t want it to force you to change your life unwillingly. You must take the utmost care not to put yourself in any danger.”
“I know, Dad. Mom already said it and I promised to be careful.”
“She told me, dear, but you’re not alone. Boys may prove less reliable than you’d like, at this age, and not use contraceptives the right way.”
“I know how to put a condom on, Dad. They showed us at school.” This was not something I cared to talk about, but I had to put it in a way that would make him understand that I was no longer a small child and was capable of taking care of myself, at least in that area.
He grimaced at the mental image. “Just make sure you are protected, will you?”
“Yes, Dad, I will.”
“And be discreet. That boy should also not speak about it. Does he understand?”
I wasn’t so sure about that aspect. “I don’t think anyone will talk about the party, and we can blame the booze if people do start talking. I’ll make sure it stays private, though, once I see them tomorrow.”
That seemed to satisfy Dad, at least for the time being.
Mom and Gran were busy all morning, making preparations for my extended family—all on Dad’s side—to come for my birthday in the afternoon. I had to do my part as well. Not even homework could excuse me from helping, and there was really a lot to do.
I did manage to call Brian, though, and warn him about telling others. He was almost offended. “Whatever happens between us stays between us only. You’re my girlfriend now. Why should I tell everyone what we do?”
“I’m sure not all boys think like you.”
“Not all boys are your boyfriend. There must be a reason you chose to invite me.”
“And you make me think I did right with that choice. I wish we could be together already.”
“I wish so as well, but we shall meet tomorrow at school, at least.”
“Yeah. Tomorrow.”
I thought he was really sweet.
I called the other girls who had been at the party, swearing them each to secrecy. They all promised to keep my secret, as long as I didn’t reveal theirs. None wanted anybody to hear about the way they undressed in front of the boys, nor of how they danced naked. I also knew that Debbie would take care of Ethan keeping it secret. It would remain a secret, I was quite sure.
Gran brought me my “toys” and I put them immediately in the lowest drawer. She was content that they seemed to disappear. I left the condoms on the top shelf, though, so my parents would be satisfied that I had some protection.
“What are you going to tell your siblings? Your brother may tease you when he learns of your relationship, and it may just confuse your sister,” Gran asked.
“I’m not sure yet. I hope Mom will handle most of it, as I don’t know what to say. Telling them I’m a fairy is sure to not work well, but I don’t know what will.”
Gran smiled reassuringly at me. “I’ll talk with your Mom, maybe with your siblings as well. They must become aware of your newly found attributes, even if they may never have them.”
I sighed, starting to understand why Mom thought it was a difficult life. Lying was bad, yet the truth was unacceptable to most. What a lovely choice!
4 Couple
By Monday morning, I was much more aware of my newly found characteristics. I knew I still had a lot to learn, but just being able to stay protected from pregnancy and from most hazards of unprotected sex by using my new abilities was fantastic enough. Having found that I was almost insatiable sexually, although a bit frightening, was not such a big deal. Aren’t all teenagers like this?
Brian was already waiting at the school’s gate. He smiled when he saw me and walked briskly to reach me and kiss me properly. We didn’t mind some catcalls around. I felt myself becoming aroused just by being near him. He was surely going to like it!
We went our separate ways when the bell rang but met again during the lunch break. By then, I’ve already found a place safe enough for a quickie, and we went there as soon as we could. It was a janitor’s room, only used after school hours by the cleaning team. It had a padded bench that seemed ideal for the activity we both had in mind. I also used another charm that Gran had taught me, one that cleaned the place before and after use, to keep us healthy and safe. I used it while wiping the bench with some tissue, covering the magical cleaning.
“My parents and my sister are visiting some relatives. Wanna come over?” Brian asked me.
“Will you also help me with my homework?” Not that I needed any help, but it could be a good excuse for others.
“Sure! I’ll help you any way you want.” He was already aware of what I wanted most and quite liked it.
Mom wasn’t too glad to let me spend the evening with my new boyfriend. “And you must be home before eleven at night,” she insisted. I agreed.
Gran didn’t stay, though, but she promised to visit again during the weekend.
It was a few days later when Brian asked, “What are the two marks on your back? I’ve never seen any
body with scars like that.”
He wouldn’t have believed the truth, not that I could blame him, so I tried something close, but revealed nothing. “I think that’s hereditary. My Gran has similar marks.”
He nodded understandingly. “You seem to look a lot like your Gran, as if your mother has nothing to do with it.”
I chuckled. “Hey, she still carried me in her womb for nine months, so she does have something to do with it.”
“You do have her hair, though, and your father’s eyes.”
For a boy, he was very observant, especially since he saw them all only in passing. “They’re my parents. It’s natural to have something common with each.”
“You haven’t inherited your mother’s boobs,” he noted.
I threw a pillow at him. He evaded it and threw another at me. We were soon laughing madly and then we kissed and then it carried on from there. He showed me perfectly well how much he liked my breasts and the rest of my body.
Gran arrived for the weekend and called me to her room immediately. “How much sex have you had since your birthday?”
“None during the weekend, you know, but at least twice a day since. Usually four times.”
“How many partners?”
“Only one!” I said indignantly. “My boyfriend is good enough for that and he wouldn’t appreciate it if I had sex with others as well.”
“Good for you. It’s quite rare for a young fairy to find such a satisfying partner. I’m glad you did.”
She then looked through her notes for a moment. “Take off your clothes now. You should be naked for this exercise.”
I obeyed, yet asked, “What are we going to do?”
“Fly. I’ll let you sprout wings and fly. This also means changing size, and your clothes would become a hindrance until you learn to resize them as well.”
She stayed clothed, although I was now aware of the way her clothes left the wings area free.
“Do you want to fly?” she asked.
“Of course I want to. Why shouldn’t I?”
She sighed. “When we gain our fairy form we lose a lot of mass. In our human form, we are as tall as most women our age. I may be a bit shorter than usual, but you’re even a bit taller. In our fairy form, though, we’re only about four or five inches tall. That’s a significant difference. It means that we’re more vulnerable, easily becoming prey for larger birds, cats, dogs, and other carnivores. Even rats may be dangerous. Being so small, we’re also more sensitive to other stuff. A few drops of rain, that you hardly notice as a woman, can be almost a deluge for you as a fairy; the perfume spray you use as a girl may be intoxicating for the fairy. There are innumerable examples of the dangers, mainly due to the size, but also due to flying. Changing back to human form takes a lot of effort. If you exhaust yourself flying, you may be trapped in your fairy form for much longer than you’d like to. It happened to me more than a few times.”
I didn’t let that deter me. “Still, I think I should know how to do it. I may then decide not to.”
Gran shook her head, as if not believing I’d be willing to stay away from flying, once I could.
“Fine. Now stand in front of the mirror and take a good look at yourself. Notice the proportions between different parts of your body. Try to memorize it as best as you can. That memory will be used to bring you back to your human form.”
Looking at the mirror is no news for any girl, even when naked, yet none usually notices the kind of details Gran was pointing to me. I spent almost half an hour in front of that mirror, finding new and fascinating facts about myself.
“That should be enough for today. Now, sit on the floor,” she told me, “as you may lose your balance once you get those wings.”
I sat obediently, folding my legs under me.
“Now, concentrate on your wings. You already know where they belong. All you need to do is to think about them and push your magic to make them appear. Once it works, you’ll shrink to fairy size.”
I did as requested. It didn’t work the first time . . . nor the second. Gran had to explain some more before I finally managed to do it. I didn’t notice the wings, though. I first felt like the room was growing much larger, my grandmother’s voice becoming lower and slower until I could barely hear her at all. My wings fluttered once and then I flapped them . . . and flapped them again . . . and I was no longer on the floor. I flew instinctively up, circled the room once, and then landed on her toilet-table, in front of the mirror.
The fairy in the mirror looked a lot like me. She had similar facial features, but somewhat different proportions, reminding me of myself at age six. Her body, though, was riper than the body I had seen in the mirror shortly before. Her hips were wider, her breasts somewhat bigger and her waist much narrower. Her head seemed a bit too large for her body. That’s what was reminding me of a little girl more than of a woman.
“Do you like what you see?” My grandmother landed at my side. Her proportions changed similarly to mine, yet her dress shrunk to fit.
“I like it, but I find it hard to believe that the fairy in the mirror is simply me, Sophie, and not somebody else.”
“Yet you flew very nicely. Do you like your wings?”
I hadn’t even noticed them in the mirror before. I had two pairs of translucent wings, reminiscent of those dragonflies have, but not the same shape. Their transparency was changing colors almost constantly and even the “veins” that kept them stretched seemed to change colors. My grandmother’s wings were simply purplish and had a different shape, I noticed.
“Why do they change colors?”
“You’ve just turned into a fairy. It takes time for your magic to reach its full potential and then manifest itself in your wings. Their colors may change for more than a year before stabilizing. The more sperm you collect, the faster your magic will grow.”
“Are you sure it’s the sperm? Couldn’t it be the act itself?”
She sighed. “It may be. Nobody really knows and it doesn’t make much difference, does it? Still, the more sex you have, the faster your magic will grow.”
“Do you mean I need some more sex partners?”
She smiled. “No. Four times a day should be more than enough, and having a boyfriend may prove more beneficial than additional partners. Now, I want to demonstrate one of the dangers I told you about.”
She moved closer to one of the small bottles on the table. Most were almost as tall as she was. Some were even taller. She stopped at my preferred perfume. “You like this, don’t you?”
I nodded.
Her wand appeared in her hand and she made the cap rotate slowly and then fall off. She immediately flew to the other side of the table. “Take a single sniff and come to my side,” she told me.
The scent was heavy now. I felt as if it was numbing my senses, yet I still managed to move, not too stably, and reach her.
Gran waved her wand, making the bottle recap itself. I think she also made some air move and carry the scent away.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I drank too much. I feel drowsy and . . .” I lost the thought in mid-sentence.
Gran waved her wand and a cup appeared in her other hand that she then offered to me. I looked at it suspiciously, but the liquid wasn’t black. It was golden and smelled like early spring. I drank it.
A moment later, I felt like myself again, even a bit invigorated. “What was in it?” I asked Gran.
“Just some extracts of magical herbs in a nectar of citrus flowers.”
“Why didn’t you give that to me when I had that hangover?”
“But I did. I poured a few such cups into the coffee, yet the coffee had the main effect. Size does matter in most things.”
I felt like flying some more, yet the window and the door were closed. I couldn’t possibly open any of them in my current size. Gran pointed at the bed and took off. She landed on the edge of the bed.
I flew to the bed, landing near Gran, but not very close. I knew w
e needed the space when we regained our human forms, although I didn’t yet know how to do it.
“You now need to concentrate on your human form. Direct your magic to hide the wings and change your body back. It needs more effort than shrinking.”
I didn’t find it too difficult, though. It was just a variation on the first transformation. It only took me a second or two to recall the image of myself in the mirror and after another fraction of a second, I was sitting on the bed in the same form I knew myself to be. A blink of the eye later, Gran was sitting there in her human form as well.
“Don’t try it when I’m not with you,” she warned me. “You saw how dangerous even a simple substance may be. You’ll need my guidance for a while before it will be safe enough for you to wander alone.”
Brian was already waiting for me. “What were you doing there?”
I shrugged. “Just Gran and her interminable stories. I like her, though. Shall we move to my room now?”
Gran kept visiting every weekend, spending several hours each time teaching me fairy ways. She was becoming more insistent and demanding as time passed, and I still loved it. She also made sure to leave enough time for me to spend with Brian, who was gradually becoming a really good boyfriend. Although he knew by now that he didn’t need to put any effort to make me agree to sex, he still took me to the movies and to clubs, and even invited me to dine at a fancy restaurant with him.
Sometimes, he would just stay with me while I made homework, occasionally caressing my hair. I was getting the distinct feeling that I meant much more to him than just a good lay. Even my parents started accepting him almost as a member of the family. They knew we were having sex—I didn’t want to keep that a secret from the start—but they were also aware of the way he was treating me and my family. Brian offered to help my brother when he heard him complain about some difficult homework. He helped Mom reach the top shelves in the kitchen cupboard. He even helped Dad mow the lawn.
I was also becoming more aware of my feelings. We were getting closer than I thought possible. Not having previous dating experience made me unsure about my feelings, but sometimes I even thought that I really loved him. I wondered if he loved me.
