Night began to fall revealing another side of this world.Sky was a navy blue pierced by white stars.There were three visible moons of blue tint reflet...ion of the dark sky probably.More flying creatures were visible all having furs of light colors.My body needed to move laying like this made me feel numb all over.Not to mention i needed food and a bevarage.Falling asleep I heard foot steps, no reason to pay atention now or being more honest with myself I could not pay atention. I began to phase. I had donned a white silk shirt under a black skirt suit with heels, black stockings and a silly little collar they wear. My dresser came in, Veronica or Ronny, a woman of about 45 and butch in a feminine sort of way. Don’t ask me to explain, you either get it or you don’t. She bore my wig like I was about to be crowned. She had a wicked sense of humour and, like me, was as gay as you like and in her words ‘loosely attached’ to a woman who lived in America but quite often ‘pops over for a bit. You don’t have wings and you climbed the bush to move the branches instead of flying up and release you magically.” “I’m certainly not a faerie. I didn’t know they actually existed. Do they? Are they my size?” “They do exist and they are just your size. Though most are a tiny bit taller than you I suppose. Is there someplace you can take me? I’m afraid I can’t fly for a while, I need to heal.” “I’m staying with Doreen. I mean Ms. Doormouse. I can ask if you can stay there as well.” Sparrow was. I wasn't really up for what I was beginning to suspect was a gay encounter. Anyway, he got a huge stash of Magazines out - 80's glamour mags, my favourites, Razzle, Escort etc, loads of nice undies on show. We both agreed they were great, and I was starting to feel horny as he poured me another drink. Then he threw down another few mags - German I think they were, a lot of the pics in black and white, and he told me these were his favourites. My eyes nearly popped out when I looked. Typically.