“So, what are you planning to do,” Misty, who is sitting on Bea’s shoulder, whispers into the girl’s ear.
Bea grins, “oh, I have something fun planned for him,” the 12-year-old whispers back, as she carefully and as quietly as she can opens a small crack in the door to Ash’s room, “just wait and see”. The 12-year-old peeks through the crack, grinning when she sees her brother sitting at his laptop, his back turned to the door, wearing headphones, causing Bea to assume that he’s in the middle of one of his stupid video games. Bea raises her right hand a little and pokes her index finger through the crack, she then concentrates and smiles as a thin string of blue light flows from the tip of her finger, slowly slithering, floating towards her brother.
“This is so cool,” Bea whispers, “it’s as if I know how to use my powers, as if I was born with them!”
Misty giggles, “that’s because I gave you the knowledge of how to use your powers, without you having to go through silly and tiring training,” the little fairy whispers.
“You’re the best, Misty,” Bea says, smiling wide, which turns into a grin as she watches the string of light hit her brother in the back, the boy not seeming to notice.
Misty smiles, “I’m glad I was able to help,” she whispers, “you’ll do so much good things with the powers!”
Bea nods, not taking her eyes off of her brother, “yeah, I will be able to help so many people,” she says, “with these powers, I’ll help all those poor souls become what they truly are”.
The little fairy smiles, “you are such a good person, Bea,” she says, “I’m happy we met!”
“Me too, Misty,” Bea replies, “and we’ll be the bestest friends ever!”
“That I promise,” Misty says.
“I think it’s starting,” Bea then whispers, pointing at her brother.
As Misty turns her head to look at Ash, the little fairy tilts her head, “is his hair growing,” she asks in a whisper.
Bea giggles, “yep,” she says.
“That’s all,” Misty then asks, sounding disappointed.
“Of course not,” Bea says, watching her brother’s hair continue to grow longer, the tips already touching his shoulders, the boy not seeming to notice, “I’ll just say so much: every boy will mistake him for a girl!”
Misty’s eyes widen when she understands what Bea is getting at, the little fairy giggles, “what a fun idea,” she says, Bea simply nods, grinning to herself.
Meanwhile, poor Ash is so focused on his game that he doesn’t notice his face shift, softening into a more feminine appearance, raising a little in his chair as his butt firms and becomes rounder and a little bigger, while his hips widen, causing the boy to have a beautiful hourglass figure. A string of hair then falls in front of his eyes, the boy simply brushing it away, “I really should get my hair cut,” he mumbles to himself, not seeming to ask why his hair is suddenly so long, nor noticing that his voice, which not has even broken yet, meaning: Ash’s voice still sounded like a young boy’s, seems to sound even softer, more like that of a 16-year-old girl’s.
Bea smiles, happy with what she had done, “I can’t wait to see what will happen, hehe,” she says, as she quietly closes the door to her brother’s room.
“What are you going to do now, Bea,” Misty asks.
“I think I’d like to head outside,” the 12-year-old say, “I want to see what else I can do, maybe I’ll meet a few people who I could help”.
Misty smiles, “sounds like a plan to me,” she says.
“Then, let’s go,” and after putting on her shoes, Bea, with Misty on her shoulder, leaves the house and starts heading down the street in search of someone to “help” and make them “happy”.