Out roaming the fair was a very pretty young lady with glistening suntanned skin and silky platinum blonde hair. If you saw her face you’d think she couldn’t be any more or less than 16. She had sparkling hazel eyes, a pair of glossy pouty lips, and a button nose. Her frame brought to mind Parisian ballerinas, although perhaps quite fuller in the chest and wider at the hips. She was dressed in nothing more than a tight, knitted white sweater dress that ended at about mid-thigh. The young lady was wandering around barefoot, her eyes darting around excitedly as though she were a three year old at the fair for the first time.
Following the girl closely was what appeared to be a doctor in a white lab coat. She appeared to be a woman in her mid 40’s with tawny hair tied into a tight bun and a fairly more conservative physique. Her name tag bore the name Dr. Claudia Steinberg, nothing more, nothing less. She was following at a bit of a distance to the pretty young lady, with a video camera trained on her. Her face bore the expression of a proud mother.
“Miss teacher, Quincy try food please?” the young lady suddenly turned to the doctor while pointing at a corn dog stand, “Food look yummy!”
“Thank you for saying please, Quincy,” Dr. Steinberg praised the girl, “Yes you may have one. Let me just make sure it isn’t some kind of entity first.”
“Yes Miss Teacher,” the girl bowed politely. Quincy watched the doctor lean in close to the vendor for a private conversation. Her ears were quite good, so she could pick up what was being said. After a brief moment, the conversation was finished, and before long Quincy was sucking on a corn dog like it was a popsicle.
“Remember to use your teeth, Quincy,” Dr. Steinberg whispered to the girl, “Corn dogs aren’t the same as cocks.”
“Not cock?” Quincy asked, apparently disappointed, “Aww, okay. No cum for Quincy.” She bit into her batter fried sausage, and quickly understood what it was about. She was happily munching on her snack after that.
Quincy was a special girl. What you need to know about her was that her real name was E#6009-456, which meant that this young lady wasn’t born human. In fact, if you were to ask the doctor how old she actually was, the answer would be based on whether you were a 6 or a 5 and up. If you were a 6, she would tell you that Quincy was 16 years old and was a special needs individual. If you were a 5, or a 4, or especially a 3 or a 2, she’d tell you the truth. Quincy was just barely older than 3 years old. She was born as an Entity #6009, a Quim. Quincy was transformed into a human woman right when she reached maturity two years ago. Ever since she’d been receiving a personal formal education from Dr Steinberg. This trip to the fair wasn’t her first outing to the real world, in fact it was her fifth. The fair was still a completely new experience for her, and everything about it excited her senses.
Quincy politely put the finished stick in the garbage and continued to marvel at her surroundings. Luckily with the Haze that hung around the fair, none of the other fair goers saw anything strange about her. Quincy of course, having been born as a Quim, had a natural resistance to the Haze and could see every transformation happening around her. She saw some people grow feathers at a booth that sold roast duck, and a few growing pig’s tails at the pulled pork stand. She saw a bottle toss booth that transformed the winner into a living plushy, a basketball hoop with height changing prizes, and a rollercoaster that turned your arm and leg bones to jelly for an hour.
That’s when her gaze landed on a young man at the test your strength booth. He was dressed in cargo pants and a red t-shirt, and had olive colored skin and dark hair. What really drew Quincy’s attention was the boy’s icy blue eyes. They almost seemed to glow with a light of their own. She felt her heart pounding, and lavender scented drool filled her mouth. Quincy suddenly had a crush on him.