Marcus bit down hard, and Conor screamed.
As Conor lay on the ground sobbing holding his flaccid bleeding cock, angry Marcus ran off spitting, but Yoshua's reaction really scared Conor when he stopped bawling enough to notice. Yoshua was standing their shaking his head and staring like a gawker at a traffic accident.
"Elf bite--ew. Have you been vaccinated, Conor?" Yoshua asked nervously, "Oh, I guess not!"
"Vaccinated? You guess not? What the heck are you talking ab--?" Conor stopped in midword as an antenna that had just sprung from his head dangled in front of his eye. It was then he noticed that he was no longer on the ground, but hovering a few inches over it. He heard the rapid beating of wings like a giant humming bird, and turned his head to see great transparent insect wings growing from his back. He looked back at Yoshua who seemed to be growing into a giant. No the trees, the buildings, everything was growing, that meant Conor was shrinking. He didn't want to say it, he didn't want to think it, but deep down he knew he was changing into a faery!