Another small TG writing exercise
Mar. 26th, 2018 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scalyshoujoSomething that's probably even shorter this time, but maybe still useful for practice. :3
Bob sat as his computer, looking for Youtube videos to pass the time on the weekend. It seemed like the sensible thing for a reasonable adult to being doing, alone in his flat with time off from his repetitive job. Suddenly he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
It was a little girl, no more than three feet high, with blonde curls and a rather puffy pink dress, gossamer wings of a light blue shade fluttering behind her. She began floating, and, much to his chagrin, ended up right in front of his face.
"Hello sir, I don't meant to cause a stir, but perhaps you've seen my friend? I believe that a hand you could lend," She said with a giggle.
Bob grunted and folded his arms. "Don't bother me! I don't know if this is a trick, but you're trespassing on my property. And furthermore, stop rhyming. It's tacky."
The little girl just giggled in response. "Oh Gertrude, you were always good at pretending, but this isn't the kind of time you should be spending."
"Don't call me Gertrude, you little-" Bob managed to growl before the little girl tapped him on the nose with some sort of short glowing stick. A foreign tingling filled him, a feeling like he'd never remembered ever experiencing in his life, but that felt familiar somehow. His thinning hair flowed out into long blonder curls. The rough skin on his face smooth out and he felt a coolness on his lips that his mind linked to, of all things, dew sliding off of daisy petals. He grew shorter, smoother, rounder, and soon he wasn't a "he" anymore. Too small for her old sweater and slacks, she flew out of them with her newly sprouting wings, surprised at how easily she took to flight, how good it felt as the tinglings filled her and never seemed to stop. She was the spitting image of the other girl in all but one respect, the puffy dress she was swathed in was yellow instead of pink.
"Oh, Mildred, thank you for bringing me to wake," Gertrude said, blushing in embarrassment, not certain if it was because of how adorable she was now or if it was because of how caught up she'd been in her illusion of being human. "I'd been dreaming for far too long, for heaven's sake."
Mildred just giggling again. "Come, sister, we have much to do and say. I've been waiting so long for you to come and play." With that, the two fae disappeared and left for some other plane.
Bob sat as his computer, looking for Youtube videos to pass the time on the weekend. It seemed like the sensible thing for a reasonable adult to being doing, alone in his flat with time off from his repetitive job. Suddenly he saw something out of the corner of his eye.
It was a little girl, no more than three feet high, with blonde curls and a rather puffy pink dress, gossamer wings of a light blue shade fluttering behind her. She began floating, and, much to his chagrin, ended up right in front of his face.
"Hello sir, I don't meant to cause a stir, but perhaps you've seen my friend? I believe that a hand you could lend," She said with a giggle.
Bob grunted and folded his arms. "Don't bother me! I don't know if this is a trick, but you're trespassing on my property. And furthermore, stop rhyming. It's tacky."
The little girl just giggled in response. "Oh Gertrude, you were always good at pretending, but this isn't the kind of time you should be spending."
"Don't call me Gertrude, you little-" Bob managed to growl before the little girl tapped him on the nose with some sort of short glowing stick. A foreign tingling filled him, a feeling like he'd never remembered ever experiencing in his life, but that felt familiar somehow. His thinning hair flowed out into long blonder curls. The rough skin on his face smooth out and he felt a coolness on his lips that his mind linked to, of all things, dew sliding off of daisy petals. He grew shorter, smoother, rounder, and soon he wasn't a "he" anymore. Too small for her old sweater and slacks, she flew out of them with her newly sprouting wings, surprised at how easily she took to flight, how good it felt as the tinglings filled her and never seemed to stop. She was the spitting image of the other girl in all but one respect, the puffy dress she was swathed in was yellow instead of pink.
"Oh, Mildred, thank you for bringing me to wake," Gertrude said, blushing in embarrassment, not certain if it was because of how adorable she was now or if it was because of how caught up she'd been in her illusion of being human. "I'd been dreaming for far too long, for heaven's sake."
Mildred just giggling again. "Come, sister, we have much to do and say. I've been waiting so long for you to come and play." With that, the two fae disappeared and left for some other plane.