Adam wasn't sure quite what to do now.
He saw the sun was up... if he was going to do it, why not just open the door and walk out? But then, he was worried about what would happen to him. He just.. wanted to help. He phoned his parents first, out of habit. As luck would have it, his father had transformed, though the effect was very minor. His hair and eyes took on a different colour. He guessed there might be more to it, but apparently his father was happy with the change. His mother on the other hand, had not changed. While she wasn't going to interfere in a choice he was going to make himself, (he was quite old enough to make his decisions) she still was naturally protective of her son.
That left a few of his friends. Most said he was crazy for even wanting to go out in the sunlight, as well as baffled.
Adam just...wasn't sure. Well- he did want to do it... but... at the same time... he was afraid. He glanced at the strange air-bubble object, wondering if it would tell him what he would change into. However, he dared not make any more wishes on it. Considering it could affect an entire town, he wasn't about to chance it!
What if he became something nice though? But what was 'nice'? He was happy with who he was...
What if he became something bad? Something horrible.. hideous. There were rumours in the news that those with troubling, or disgustingly vile transformations were being kept isolated. Nobody had seen that Xenomorph alien since he changed in the news.
Then there were the most dangerous countries, that were passing certain transformations as 'illegal'. Those they considered dangerous. They either went to jail... or...
he didn't want to think about it. Every country was working on its own way of dealing with this. Fortunately, countries with the most freedom tended to work with the softest touch. It was rumoured that western Europe in particular had got itself almost completely organised now, and were one of the first to re-start their infrastructure. He half wondered if this was due to freedom of media, allowing people to be in some way less sensitive about things they see.
Still.. this didn't help Adam's dilemma. To go out... or not to go out? To say goodbye to his human form... but what if he became something...
then the door bell rang.
The young man sighed, and carefully opened the door. "Yes?"
"FBI. We would like to talk to you."
Oh Sh- he winced slightly. "J-Just a second- I'm not- decent" he lied.
Adam had to hide the air stone! What if... what if they knew it was him! He couldn't go to jail! He didn't know it would happen that way! He just wanted to let people be themselves again. He took the stone, and hid it inside a drawer with a bunch of his grandmothers other jewellery in the bed room.
He opened the front door again carefully. "W-wont you come in?"
Agent Cecellia smiled. "No need to be nervous sweety. We just have a few questions for you."
Hawkins nodded. "Now, what's your name?"
"A-adam," He said still nervous.
"Agnes's grandson? You now own this estate?"
"Y-yes, she gave it to me in her will. I'm still.. sorting things out here," He said softly. "There.. isn't a problem is there?"
"We don't know... But... we did find it rather strange, that your house was the epicenter, of the Town's disappearance."
"It was?" Adam tried to say casually though inside he was wincing. Crap Crap crap! That woman was a gynoid. She was probably detecting the stress in his voice. Could he chalk it up to just general nerves?
"Any idea why that is son?" Asked Hawkens calmly.
Adam was always a good person. He never lied to the law... he wasn't a criminal. He didn't want to think he had something to hide, but what could he do!
"I am very proud of you sister," Said Maxwell.
Robert sat down at the base of the tree that was once Father Maxwell. There was a gentle breeze. She winced slightly as each breath of air caressed her eight nipples. Fortunately, it didn't look like any of those congress people noticed. Perhaps they thought her as a fat... imp thing. "I.. don't feel very proud," She said dejected.
"It was never going to be easy Sister."
Robert sighed. None of this really helped her in her true reason though for joining the Church. She wanted to know... Truth. The real Truth, of everything. "Father? Could you be honest with me on something?"
"I am always, My sister" He smiled kindly.
"Do you have any... special knowledge now, as a tree?"
Maxwell paused. "I have pondered many questions sister... in my time here, I devote myself to answering them. Each answer, yields another question..."
"But I want to know!" Said Robert angrily in the end. "I'm now a devil... a... a..."
"Not a true devil, my Sister." Father Robert said softy
"I feel I deserve to know... now."
"You wish to hear the voice of God?"
"Yes! I- I want to know..." She started wiping her eyes getting upset again.
"Sister... all this will come, in time. Open your heart... he will speak to you. When he does, listen... as you have been doing so, since your transformation."
"I- I never heard anything," She said. "I just.. keep... I want to hope... and believe..."
"I don't have the answers you seek Sister... those are for God to provide, when He feels it is time."
Robert nodded, as she rose up. "I must.. attend to a few matters now," she said as her devlish tail starting to sway back and forth again. Her cloven hooves, heavy on the ground. She will never get used to it. Never.
"Keep the faith, Sister," Said Maxwell as he bathed her goodbye.
Keith grinned as he took out the coins from their hiding place. This was it! It might not be worth as much as the solid bar, or the bag, but these few coins were still gold and enough to make a new life with.
He walked onwards, past the forest, into what was often considered the wild lands. There were still scattered tribes of the natives here... he had to be careful. They were not always friendly. He was down to his last twenty set of bullets. More then enough to get by.
He toyed with the idea of heading back to Hedge in disguise, but that wouldn't work. It looked like he would be roughing it for a while longer.
Hours he trekked, keeping his footing even. But slowly, fatigue once more was taking hold of him. Still, he had to move... well.. maybe another hour rest wont hurt...
He found some suitable shelter, clutching his gold coins to his palm... he closed his eyes...
So much passion... her mate was a virile male, and certainly they would have many children together. She decided, it would be him.
"I'm Farin", said the male fairy.
She giggled as they exchanged their true names. This was as intimate as could be....
then Keith once more, found herself in the form. It was different though. Where before she couldn't remember the things this creature did, she now remembered everything. She remembered making wild, passionate love to that other fairy, in every... single... sordid... detail... Oh.. God!
And it was good. She wanted more... still the male wanted something from her. Her name.
"I'm... Kei-..."
"Kei?" The fairy giggled. "Different.. but pretty," He said with a smile.
"N-No I mean-" Oh god why couldn't she talk right! The fairy instinct wanted to play so much that it was hard to think straight. She had to ask how she could get out of here, and back to her real body. Every time she tried to make those words come out though it just wouldn't work! She had to work with the instinct... first of all though, she desperately needed some clothes!
She fluttered to a flower, and started pulling at the petals. At least- that is what she wanted to do. Instead she started caressing the petals, the flowers responded by growing outward, towards the sunlight. She rolled in the texture, very happy at each sensual feeling. Her lover also joined in, rolling on another petal giggling, and paused as their antenna's touched.
They shared an embrace, but the fairy was still trying to fight it despite actually wanting this too. It was wrong!
"I- need- help with something," the girl fairy began. "Pleeease?" she giggled, much to her disdain. She couldn't help herself!
"What do you need?"
Clothes! "kisses!" Kei said jumping to him.
The male obliged to Keith's horror as their lips met. This was bad! How long until she woke up again? About an hour maybe... she absolutely had to tell her real body not to go to sleep!
She concentrated on that thought, and that thought alone
*don't go to sleep
Don't go to sleep
Dont go to sleep*
