Hungover

Alex felt his head was about explode. After his sister married Faith, Alex could not help himself from having a drink..or two. Or three? Wait, did he have four? He recalled saying something about five made him feel alive, but it was all a big blur. He wanted to get up, this seemed like a terrible idea, though. He took a breath, he took a second….before something struck him…his voice sounded off.

Why was his voice so high? He reached so soothe his throat and saw it. The fingers. The dainty, little fingers. His. “No.” she whispered. She forced herself to thr bathroom. It was as she feared. She was tiny. Tiny. She was probably not even 5 feet tall. And young. Oh how young she looked. She pulled off the t-short to inspect the damage. She was stunned. These were not the appropriate size. Her breasts were unnaturally large. A touch if her nipples and her legs almost gave way. She looked down. Not a hair. Not on her legs..not on the gorgeous pussy she now owned. A flick and she cried out. Her legs did give way and she squealed as her new round cheeks hit the floor. She had squirted from a single touch.

This was a fantasy like before, but she was not Faith. Faith was not blonde. Faith was taller. She was something else. There was no test, no call from the phone. How had this happened? A memory flooded her brain. Maya, Queen lf the Fairies. They talked about the curse that made Faith from John. A cold, icy realisation. She had said she could pass the test easily. She did not know Maya’s phone number if she still had one. Could Rachel or Faith be reached? Would Faith actually help her? Alex forced herself to breathe. She needed an identity. Lexi was short for Alexa, short again from Alexandra. She would claim to be a distant cousin. She needed clothes and fast. She had to reach Gwen. Gwen was single and liked girl. Gwen was the answer. Could she win over Gwen?