Chapter 1
"Another day, another shitty paycheck."
Nadia shouldered open the door to her modest one bedroom apartment, trying to hold the three full bags of groceries before the bottoms of the cheap recycled plastic gave out. She managed to get them onto her kitchen counter just in time. She sighed.
She caught her reflection in the mirror on the closet next to the door. Cloudy grey eyes staring out from behind matted brown, unkempt hair. She brushed it out of the way, blinking away a strand that had caught itself in her eyelashes. She'd never really filled in, the way her friends had in high school. She had small breasts, barely-handfuls hiding under her loose fitting store uniform. She was skinny, almost waifish, with a voracious metabolism. And at 6'1, she towered over a lot of her peers. Which sucked, sometimes. It was awesome when it came to grabbing stuff from a high shelf, but a lot of guys didn't like women as tall or taller than them. Her figure didn't leave her much desire to stick with feminine clothing, so she usually went unisex on her days off. She owned a single pair of heels, but they'd been broken when she tried to stomp a mouse to death on a rather inauspicious date attempt. They sat in a bag next to her winter boots in the back of the closet.
"Another Friday night of penitent solitude." she added, putting away the assorted vegetables and tins from her run to the store after work. She worked a soul-crushing department store job, and the forced cheerfulness mandated by management was beginning to get intolerable. How was she supposed to know that journalism would be dead before she left school. Now she was in the hole about 30k in student loans, and no hope-filled career as a cub reporter to show for it. The whole experience had left her a little jaded.
Once her food for the next two weeks was put away, she threw her uniform violently into the hamper. Then, reluctantly, picked it back up and hung it. She had two, but one was at her best friend's place after an impromptu emotional rescue on Wednesday. Lilly had gotten dumped. Again. And she'd taken it exactly as hard as she said she wouldn't anymore. After about eight hours of booze, treacly romcoms, and an ill-advised jam session, she'd managed to traipse back home at 3 AM. But without her uniform shirt. And her socks. And her copy of 'Love, Unquestionably', which, truth be told, she would never actually ask returned due to the sheer embarrassment to have to actually admit to owning it.
But the whole incident had brought up an uncomfortable fact: she hadn't had a date in eight months. And not like the track record before that was that sterling, either. She'd tried to make it work, tried to put herself out there. But she kept finding what seemed to be the Worst Male Humans Possible. The last, a thirty year old that seemed to have barely left high school, had killed her desire for human contact for a whole week. He'd talked during the movie, smelled like a bottle of cologne exploded in a butcher shop, and had insisted on going 'halfsies' on a bar tab that was basically all his. When he asked to come in, she had burst out laughing and slammed the building's door.
More to the point, she hadn't had sex in...maybe a year? A year and a half? The idea shocked her. She hadn't realized it had been that long, but going through the calendar in her head, it made sense. It had been just before convocation, when the future had been bright and relatively sober. Jesse was pretty average in the looks department, but he had a way with his tongue that made Nadia squirm just thinking about it. Plus he could have a conversation for longer than a couple seconds, which frankly made him ten steps ahead of any of the guys she'd met since leaving college. Eighteen months, if it wasn't a day.
Thinking about Jesse had got her a little hot, more than she expected. Maybe it was some stress she needed to blow off, but she really felt the need to rub one out. Food could wait. She slid out of her pants, sat in her office chair, and booted up her laptop. Past the login and a cursory glance at her email, she clicked through the folder innocuously titled 'Read Later' in her browser's bookmarks.
The links were stories, mostly. Most of the porn they put out had the adolescent teen male in mind, and never focused on the guy doing the fucking as much as the full figured lady receiving said fucking. She thought of the women in those videos. They were like...her antithesis. Short, busty, great hair and ass...she shook off the introspection. Now was definitely not the time for a case of the downers.
She scrolled through some of her favourites, letting her eyes slide down the words as that familiar heat rose in her belly. She slid the fingers of her left hand down, past the elastic of her panties and against her sex. She kept reading, making lazy circles on her sensitive bud. When the action surged towards a climax, so did she. She dove her other hand down, plunging gently into her moist slit while she diddled her clit with practiced ease. She closed her eyes, imagining the man of her dreams taking her in his arms, laying her down, eating her out before straddling her body. His thick cock throbbing, ready to...ready to...
"Mnf!" It hit her faster than she was expecting, her lower lips clenching against her fingers as the lightning crackle of orgasm shot through her system. It didn't last long, but it felt good to imagine being an object of sexual desire...if just for a moment.
She chuckled to herself as she pulled her hands from her staining panties. "I need to get laid."
Light, intense and sudden, exploded in her bedroom. Nadia spun around in her chair, then leapt to her feet.
"Hello!" The light declared in a painfully cheerful tone. It slowly dimmed, revealing the form of a woman. Slightly older than Nadia, but positively gorgeous. Perfect features, with flowing golden hair and a dress meant for a 19th century formal occasion. She held a purple utensil of some kind in her left hand, while her other moved and flowed with her words. "You've said today's magic words!"
Nadia scrambled to find something to defend herself with. All she came up with was a stapler. She raised it like a deadly bludgeon. "Wha...what the fuck? Why are you in my apartment? Where did you get a flashbang?!"
The redhead frowned. "Why is shocked incredulity all I get from you people anymore? You discover the wheel, and all of a sudden you act surprised when a fairy appears."
"A fairy? The fuck?"
"I'm deathly serious. My name is Lynde, of the august Court of Human-Fae Relations, and I'd like to help you out with your problem." The woman moved closer, and suddenly Nadia realized she was standing half naked in front of a stranger. She covered herself.
"Fairies are like, three inches tall. And they have wings," Nadia folded her arms over her exposed breasts. "And also not real!"
"Alright, let's dispense with the pretence of disbelief." She gestured sharply with her finger, and Nadia lifted from the ground. She flailed in terror, hurling the stapler with all her might. It went wide, managed only to knock over her cheap bedside lamp. Nadia screamed for about half a minute. When she realized she was just kind of floating there, she managed to calm down a bit. Lynde stood off-kilter, tapping her feet on the carpet.
"Are you done?"
Nadia sagged. "Yeah, okay." She felt her feet touched the ground, and she gave a grateful sigh. She wanted to reach down and grab a hold of the ugly shag like it was a dear friend, apologize for all the things she'd spilled on it over the years.
"Now, I'd like to give you a chance to make your wish happen." The fairy said with a nod.
"My wish?" Nadia asked.
"You said, and I quote 'I need to get laid.' Those words, and their multilingual counterparts, are my clarion call. Whenever the desire for sex is uttered, especially after a long period of drought, I am called to help. But I can only help so many people. You're just one lucky camper, Nadia. Like winning the sexual lottery!"
"Let's, for the sake of my own sanity, assume that this is not a hallucination and you really are who you say you are. Why would you want to help me?"
"Pure altruism, of course! Mortals are sexual creatures. Not allowing that part of you out once in a while is unhealthy. It's for your own good," The blonde shuffled her feet, looking off out the window before continuing in a much quieter tone. "And also carnal energy between two parties that wouldn't have had sex without fae interference is a powerful magical fuel source...But mostly it's the altruism thing. You need this, honest and true. You've been living under a black cloud for months, and dour, snarky tomboy jerk isn't reeling them in right now."
Nadia's eyes narrowed. "So you've been watching me."
"Not me, personally. All mortals have a file, maintained by various extra-natural observers and third parties. Mostly for your benefit. And your file says you need to go to the mat for a good ten rounds, if you can decipher my entendre. " She said, winking theatrically.
Nadia thought for a moment, biting her lip. Then, in a brazen display of not giving a fuck, decided to go with it. "Alright. Fine. Find me a dude. A hot one. And not some fucking Neanderthal, like, a guy who can understand polysyllabic words." She hesitated. "And a great butt."
"Oh, no, that's not how it works. I can't find you a man, you have to be the one to choose. Otherwise it doesn't work. I provide assistance with the...logistics."
"Well, how the hell am I going to-" Nadia's speech trailed off as she felt something crushing her body. It felt like there was car rolling across her body. She hugged her arms close, only to feel something push against them. It was her breasts. They were getting bigger. "The fuck is this?" Nadia asked through gritted teeth.
"Like I said, logistics. When you're having problem reeling them in, get better bait."
She writhed on the ground, her body under pressure from seemingly every direction. Though not painful, it was an uncomfortable sensation. She tried to crawl away, but her legs gave out. All she could do was wait until it was over.
"There. All done!" Lynde said with pride, "Go take a look!"
After the longest, most confusing two minutes of her life, Nadia stood up. Immediately she realized something was wrong. Everything in her apartment looked bigger somehow, like it had grown around her. She stumbled to the closet mirror again, her gait feeling sluggish and awkward. She cried out in terror. It was her face, more or less. But everything else was different. Her hair, dirty and brown, was now shoulder length and raven black. She was wearing makeup too, something she hadn't paid more than token attention to in months.
Her body was...not her body. He had curves, for one. She was shorter too, by at least a couple of inches. Her chest was huge, at least a D cup now. She poked at her hips and her butt to confirm that it wasn't some kind of horrible swelling. Nope, felt real. Her tattoo of a bitchin' dragon on her shoulder was gone too, as were basically all her skin imperfections. The little skin tag on her neck, her appendectomy scar, those weird three spots on her lower back that kind of looked like a constellation...all those little things that bugged her in the mirror, vaporized.
