Rickard Reed Richard, President. (MtF Fairy)

Rickard Reed Richard was by all accounts an average man in the 21st century. He had no **** vices, he had a loving wife, and a young two year old girl at home. He worked most of his life. Was surrounded by technology, and lived a modest middle class life.

Of course he was not an average man, he was in fact “The Most Powerful Man in The Free World” He was the President of These Here United States. Though that title never inflated his head, he was simply going to try his best to improve the nation. He had no illusions of grandeur. He knew that his presidency would not be remembered. He would have his place next to the 21st president and many others. Of being totally and utterly forgotten. People you'd have to Google search to know their names, after all do you remember “Chester A. Arthur”? He was okay with that. After all the biggest of changes would always start by the smallest of things. Of course that was his plan until *it* happened. That single event would change the entire world and how Rickard would be remembered.

It was early morning when Rickard's life would change forever.

Rick was adjusting his dark hair with grey streaks running through it. Giving a slight smile to his reflection as he slightly adjusted his tie.

“Rick, stop worrying Mr. Santoshi won't be arriving for a few more hours,” Barbara, his adoring wife, said behind him, giving him a slight hug.

“Yes, Yes, but it is rather important. I must give him a good first impression, I can't seem unseemly in front of the Japanese Prime Minister,” Rick said with a thin smile and a turn back to the mirror…only something was off.

Perhaps, in one timeline Rick was simply seeing things. In that timeline things might have gone down a much different way, but not this strand. In this spool of yarn he wasn't simply seeing things.

One of the grey hairs he was just fiddling with was a bright cyan color.

‘Did Jasmine do something last night?’ Rick wondered before his eyes widened as that single cyan dyed hair spread to the rest becoming slightly darker as it spread into his black hair.

“Ahhh!” Rick screamed as his thin black haired comb suddenly exploded out into a bright blue hair that reached to his ankles.

“Rick!?” Barbara yelled followed quickly by:

“Mr. President!” As four Secret Servicmen burst into his room quickly scanning the room only for one of them to nearly dropped his pistol.

“Dear God,” The Secret Service Member (Phil) muttered as before his very eyes he bore witness to the now long blue haired President quickly shrinking before while also noticing that his form became rapidly feminine. Until he vanished into the suit. As this was happening multiple other screams and yells rang throughout The White House.

“Rick!” Barbara screamed as she ran to the piles of clothes that her husband once wore, tears streaming down her face.

Tim, one of the Secret Servicemen, moved to stop the First Lady as she was a key suspect in…whatever happened to the president. His body refused to move as mind still could not wrap around what the fuck just happened.

That's when his eyes spotted the tussling and movement of the President's clothes.

Before any of the Secret Servicemen could react Baraba instantly began moving all the clothes.

There standing incredibly awkwardly was a tiny girl, she could easily lay inside the palm of your hand with light blue hair pooling at her feet. Besides her tiny size, what drew everyone's eyes was the large translucent wings on her back, and the fact that she glowed a soft purple color.

The minuscule girl turned towards Barbara with wide purple eyes, she opened her mouth and what sounded like very quiet bells came out.

To Rick though her voice was very clear.

“What the hell just happened?” Rick yelled as he looked at his changed form with wide eyes. Nothing could come to his mind for what reason, maybe some sort of gas attack? No it seems he wasn't the only one hallucinating.

“Rick? Can you understand me?” The giant Barbara asked as she leaned closer, putting her ear right next to Rick.

Rick nearly tumbled onto his mountain of fabric. But quickly regained his balance and focused on his wife.

“Y-Yes!” He shouted at her.

She smiled, her husband's voice was soft but if you listened closely you could hear it. Happy to learn tbaf she slowly moved an open palm to him.

With careful steps he walked onto his wife's hand wrapped his tie around as much as he could but it was still dragging behind him.

“Sir…what should we do?” Phill asked.