“Dylan?! That’s not a very feminine name. Hmph,” you heard an immature girly voice say behind you.
You and John turn around and see a 21 year old witch standing next to a 3 foot tall fairy. You could see what the general meant when she said that there was a clothing shortage. Both the witch and the fairy were wearing minimal clothing. The witch had stockings and heels. The fairy had pointe shoes and tights, similar to a ballerina.
“We have just recently transformed. I don’t have a female name quite yet,” you lie.
“My name is Joanne. I was the one to convert this cute girl. She was my brother, but now she is my sister. No different than you two it looks like. I don’t suppose you have been women very long,” John said.
“Well actually,” the fairy started speaking. The witch cut her off.
“I don’t think I can trust you two. I think I overheard you say some other things. And what if this is just an illusion?” The witch interrogated.
“We might be on thin ice here,” John whispered to you.
“Do you think your lie can work? Otherwise I think we should flee,” you whisper back.
“They don’t have a magical source, we might also be able to take them on,” John whispers.
“What are you two saying?” The fairy asked. “I can’t hear you.”