Zoe imagined herself as a fairy, and looked in the mirror...very little had changed. Disappointed, Zoe began to head towards the door when she fell to her knees in pain. Her back was sprouting wings, she knew it! But when she looked in the mirror again...nothing...
She took off her shirt to reveal her wings tucked under it...hidden. Then memories came swarming at her. Years of discrimination against those who were different, civil rights for magical creatures, the desires to be normal. Zoe fell to the floor in pain.
When she awoke again, Zoe's mind was buzzing, she realized that the typical conception of fairies was wrong. They weren't 12 inches, but human size...they weren't anything so special that their differences couldn't be hidden from mere mortals.
Looking in the mirror, Zoe found that this history had changed her appearance, in her attempt to fit in, Zoe was now blonde, wearing a pink swaeter and jeans. She looked at her reflection, "Holy...Shit..."
