There Are No Male Fairies

I didn’t know I was part-fairy growing up. My mom never mentioned anything about it, and it wasn’t until I was nearly forty years old when she finally told me everything -- mostly because she had no choice.

The first thing she told me was that there were no male fairies. This seemed to be a problem, as I was definitely male. She sighed, tell me my dad was as well before his fairy genres took over and transformed; it was why he left and was never around.

Which brought us to point two.

Fairies lived in the forest for thousands of years. I’d quit my job and live in nature. As someone with an affinity for the city pavement, this was also a surprise to me.

Yet when the transformation finally happened, I was at peace with it. I became a woman; I became a fairy; I lived in nature. There was a whole fairy community.

It was all exactly as strange as it sounds. And yet it all felt so normal once I was there.

AFK

Gaming Skills

Brent had hated the results of the Great Shift. Swapping into the body of a middle aged woman was bad enough, but realizing his gaming skills in this body were terrible made it that much worse. At first, he tried to blame it in the fact that he wasn’t used to the fatter fingers or the nails; he told himself he’d get used to the differences of his new body. But months passed, and he was still terrible at games he once dominated at.

He began to come up with other theories. Maybe the fact that she was older was a factor; maybe these fingers just couldn’t move in the way his younger ones could. Of course, his friends online joked it was because “girls just naturally suck at gaming.” The comment made him angry, especially once they started to get vulgar. He was more determined than ever to show them that he could still play.

Feet

Daniel was confused. One minute he was watching the livestream of influencer, and the next minute he was on the other side of stream and inside her body. He didn’t quite know what to say to keep things going as he watched a few messages of concern. Then he noticed a few more messages from guys saying rather disgusting things and offering to pay for one thing or another. A fairly common ask was to see her feet with offers ranging from five dollars up to a hundred.

Daniel felt so weird about this, though he didn’t exact see much harm in showing her feet and maybe getting some extra cash for it. That is, until he looked down at her feet. They weren’t exactly what he expected, and he wasn’t sure if they were what the guys on the livestream expected either. They were sort of gnarly and gross, like being shoved into high heels too many times or too much ballet dancing.

Then again, maybe he should get that cash and give them exactly what they asked for...

Addiction

Jessica didn’t feel all that weir about swapping bodies at first. Sure, she was a male -- and could perhaps use a shower -- but she felt normal enough. That is until she heard the sound of her own voice screaming. She ran around the corner to see her body trying to scratch its own skin off.

“Get it off, Man! It’s not real!” Jessica’s body screamed.

Of course, seeing Jessica only freaked out whoever was in her body more. “Why do you have my face, Man!?” Jessica’s body screamed.

She looked at the way her former body shook. As a social worker, she knew the signs. The man was an addict, and (perhaps strangely) that seemed to all pass into her body when they swapped. After all, Jessica was in his body and didn’t seem to feel any of it at all. Then again, seeing her own body act this way was highly disturbing.