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Subject: {ASSM} Lupe and Dana Naked in School (1/5) (mf ff, exhib, voy, naked, NIS,   rom, 1st, silly, fant)
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Sometimes, I just want to dump some Naked In School participants in a 
bucket of pixie dust, squirt them with silly-string, and set them loose
to 
romp with the fluffy bunnies.  If you're looking for a story with angst 
and other redeeming social values, skip to the next before this one
gives 
you the cooties.
The NIS collection's at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/NIS/www/Naked.html; the
baaaaaby 
animal community is at
http://community.livejournal.com/baaaaabyanimals/.
P. Random
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Lupe and Dana Naked in School
(mf ff, exhib, voy, naked, NIS, rom, 1st, silly, fant)
by pseudoRandom
1. Monday
Lupe
If you want proof that school's a joke, just look at the Naked In School 
Program.  Eight kids have to spend a week in the buff, and they say it's 
to help us to "explore our sexuality."  Exploit it, more like.  And for 
help, read force.  Then they expect us to take it all seriously.  I tell 
ya, man, it bites.
	I wasn't looking forward to my time in the Program.  I'm a loner.  
Program kids get more attention than I want.  But I was resigned.  It's a 
graduation requirement, so I had to go through with it -- there's no way 
I'm getting stuck in this town like my mother, like the rest of my family.  
No effing way.  School's my best way out, joke that it is -- and that's 
the biggest joke of all.  I knew it, and when my name came up, late junior 
year, I thought I was ready.
	Ha.  Shows what I know.
*
Dana
I am SO not the morning person.  Mondays are the worst, 'cause I get even 
less sleep weekends, so I'm always like totally bleary, at least until my 
triple-shot mochaccino kicks in, some time first period.  So when 
Principal Skinner picked me out of the crowd streaming through the front 
doors and told me to go directly to the auditorium, I didn't realize why 
till I was halfway down the hall.
	I'd been picked for the Program.
	I stopped still, sloshing hot coffee on my hand.  I barely noticed 
it.  There are times I almost wish I cussed with words stronger than drat.  
This was one of them.
	Somehow, I started walking before anyone noticed I was blocking 
traffic.  My skin felt hollow, like I wasn't inside it, and I couldn't 
feel my feet or hands.  Well, except for where the coffee stung me.  It's 
not like I hadn't known I'd eventually go through it.  The Program's part 
of school.  If you don't do the Program, you don't graduate, no 
exceptions.  But a month from the end of eleventh grade, I still hadn't 
been picked -- and I almost believed maybe I was going to, yanno, make it 
through without exposing myself.  Now everyone would see me, the real me.
	There are times I want to dump this world in a bucket of pixie 
dust, yanno?  Or paint it with glitter -- that'd be cool.
	I walked into the auditorium and down the aisle, still numb.  
Every Monday, after homeroom, we have an assembly where we "thank" last 
week's Program participants and disrobe the next week's -- in front of the 
entire school.  Half the seats on stage were already taken.  I stopped at 
the stairs, and stared at a worn, wooden step.
	Assistant Principal Jackson checked her clipboard and called out, 
"Come on up, Miss Partlow."
	I swallowed and forced myself up to the stage.
	I found an empty seat and sat down.  And, like, tuned out the 
world.  Wasn't hard -- I just listened to the roaring in my ears.  The 
bell rang, the auditorium filled, then Skinner talked, and congratulated 
last week's kids, and reviewed the rules, and called up Participants, one 
name at time, to strip on stage.  First the two seniors.  I looked past 
them, at the molding below the balcony.
	"Lupe de Vega."
	The other junior -- my partner this week.  This caught my 
attention.  I was next.  I forced myself to focus.  I didn't know Lupe 
very well, though we're usually in a couple classes together.  Partners?  
I guessed that would work, if one of us needed help.  I looked at him 
undressing, as if I was watching, but I didn't really see him.  Except to 
notice that for a boy my age, he had like a lot of body hair.  Looked odd 
in an interesting sort of way, on a short, wiry guy like him.  Then he was 
done and sat down.
	"Dana Partlow."
	My turn.  I took a deep breath and stood up to cheering.  A lot of 
people know me -- I'm a friendly kind of girl.  How many, I wondered, 
would still be friends a few minutes from now?  The thought squeezed my 
heart tight.
	I stepped forward to the clothes box and took off my skirt first, 
delaying the inevitable.  On my left, down near the front row, Tats and 
Babs and Fritz gave me encouraging thumbs-up.  I looked away, down at my 
hands.
	I dropped my skirt and panties in the clothes box and faced the 
audience.  I couldn't see them -- everything past the edge of the stage 
had gone dark.  I took a deep breath, and pulled my sleeveless top over my 
head, and then dropped my arms to my side.
	And felt my wings unfurl.
*
Lupe
I didn't pay attention to the two kids undress before me -- it wasn't like 
they meant anything to me.  Besides, I'd see them in the all all week.  
But after I sat down, when Dana undressed, right in front of me, her 
tension caught my eye -- not embarrassed, or excited, or nervous.  
Scared.  I could almost smell her fear.  That was different.  So I was 
watching her closely when she took her shirt off.
	There were these green patches on her back, except they were her 
back as well.  I don't know how else to explain it.  Both small and large 
at the same time, looking *weird* in that way that only comes from magic.  
Not that I've seen a lot.  I don't know about you, man, but magic freaks 
me.  I stay the fuck away from that shit.  But this time, magic was 
unfolding a couple feet in front of me.
	That's a joke, man.  As in her wings unfolded.  Ah, never mind.
	Shocked as I was, I was still struck by how beautiful they were.  
Dana has giant luna moth wings, pale green and eye spots and all.  They 
cover her back, with swallow-tail points sweeping off to each side to 
frame her ass.
	Fuck, I thought to myself, she's a fairy.  My Program partner was 
a freaking MOTH FAIRY.
	And then, of course, the mierda hit the fans.
	Total chaos in the auditorium.  Tear-gassing the place couldn't 
cause that much pandemonium.  The principal shouted into the microphone, 
trying to calm things down -- like that ever works.  Everyone could see 
what she was.  Me, I watched Dana.  Talk about coming out with a 
vengeance.  She had balls, I had to admit, standing there taking it.  
Didn't move an inch, though her wings fluttered a little.
	The assistant principal seemed to think the wings were a costume, 
like on a harness or something, and tried to take them off, but of course 
she couldn't -- any more than I can take off my ears.  Dana yelped and 
collapsed when the woman grabbed them.
	I sprang forward to catch Dana as she fell -- trying not to touch 
them myself, if they were that sensitive.
	"Hey!" I said, "don't hurt her!"
	"They have to come off -- no covering up."
	"They're not ON!" Dana protested.  "They're ME."  I helped her 
stand.
	More arguments.  Eventually, the principal bundled us backstage 
while the assistant principal took over the rest of the undressing.  
Well, bundled Dana -- I came with because ... well, because I was her 
partner.  Don't know what I was thinking, man -- I mean really, me, 
helping someone?
	Well, okay, it was because she was cute.
*
Dana
Backstage, Principal Skinner crossed his arms and shook his head at me.  
"What ARE you?"
	Lupe barked a laugh.  "What does it look like?  She's a fairy, 
man."
	Skinner closed his eyes.  "Let me put that another way.  What are 
you doing HERE?"
	"Going to school," I said.  "Like, duh."
	"But you're ... "
	I rolled my eyes.  "I live here in town, right?  And I'm 16.  So 
like I have to go to school."
	Skinner was getting that glazed look people sometimes get when 
they talk to me.  "Do your parents know -- uh, you ... "
	"Yes, they know."  As if they weren't fairies themselves.  Where 
did he think I GOT my wings -- the magic section of WalMart?  It was bad 
enough Skinner'd forced me to expose them to everyone -- did he have to be 
a stupidhead about it?
	Skinner opened his mouth, then closed it.  He ran his fingers
through his silver hair.
	Lupe was looking at me funny.  Not at my wings, though, I realized 
-- he was peering at my hair.  What on Elfland for?  
	I glared back at him.  "What?"
	"Where's your antennae?" he blurted.
	"This is no time for jokes, young man," Skinner told him.
	I looked at Lupe for a moment, then reached up and undid my 
hairclips.  I sighed in relief as my antennae sprang free.  I wriggled 
them to get the kinks out.  I HATE binding them under my hair, but it's 
the only way to hide them.  Well, that or big bunchy hats, and I'm too 
slender to pull that look off.
	That's when it first struck me -- I'd never have to hide them 
again.  Everyone knew.  I no longer had to worry about being discovered.  
It felt like, well, like a shirt had been lifted from over my wings -- I 
could taste the air again.  I could have hugged Lupe for showing me that.
	Skinner closed his open mouth.  "Okay, I'm taking you down to my 
office and calling your parents."
	I sighed.  What-EVER.
	Skinner led us out the stage wings and into the hallways.  As we 
walked, Lupe kinda looked at me sideways.
	I finally frowned up at him -- well, a little up.  He was only a 
couple inches taller than me.  "What?"
	"Can I ask you something?"  I nodded.  "How'd you get through 
P.E.?"
	Meaning, how'd I change in the locker room without anyone 
noticing.  "I didn't.  Doctor's excuse.  My heart runs fast and erratic, 
for a human."
	In front of us, Skinner sighed.  Before he could tell me I'd have 
to take P.E. now, on the grounds of it being a fake excuse, I told him, 
"Which is true!"
	"As may be," Skinner said.  He held the main office door open for 
us.
	Inside, Mrs. Romanov smiled at us -- until she noticed my wings.  
Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.
	I closed my eyes and sighed silently.  I was going to get a lot of 
that today.
	I wondered what my friends thought of me.
	In his office, Skinner sat us down across from his desk and called
my parents.  Meaning my stepfather at work, of course -- Mom flies off at 
dawn.  It was a long conversation -- I could imagine Jim's answers from 
Skinner's responses.  Yes, she's a fairy.  No, it's normal.  Yes, she 
should be in school.  No, there shouldn't be any problems.  And so on.
	It took a while.
	It's not like I don't love my mother.  I adore my little 
half-brother.  I even get along with my stepfather.  But there are times I 
REALLY wish she hadn't fallen in love with a human and moved us to Earth.  
Times like these.
	Finally Skinner hung up.  He looked at me for a couple seconds and 
sighed.
*
Lupe
The whole time we sat in Skinner's office, I watched Dana.  Okay, stared 
at her.  There aren't many girls shorter than me, though her antennae made 
her taller.  Didn't count that, though -- no more than I would big hair.
	But more, there was this girl here, and she was naked like me, and 
she was as cute as a pixie.  Not that I knew if I could say that -- were 
pixies real too?  Maybe the comparison was an insult to a fairy.  Not that 
I'd know -- I hadn't known there were fairies in the first place.  
Whatever, here she was.  Curly golden hair the color of her feathery 
feelers, a sprinkle of light freckles across her cheeks, and gray-green 
eyes the color of her wings.  Short, as I said, and not so much skinny as 
slender, with strong back and shoulder muscles for flying.  Small breasts, 
but present and round, and enough curve at the hip to show she was a 
grown-up girl.  Not a hottie, but way cute.
	I almost had to wipe the drool off my chin.  If I were drawn by 
Tex Avery, my tongue would've hung to the floor, eyes popping halfway 
across the room and steam whistling out my ears.
	And then there was those wings.  The span at her shoulder was a 
little less than her armspan, maybe to her wrists -- call it four feet 
across.  When she sat down, the swallowtails spread to the sides of the 
seat.  I didn't think she could sit in an armchair with those.  Or lean 
back.
	Somehow, she'd managed to pass for human for years.
	Finally, the principal hung up and looked at Dana.  She looked 
back at him, chin up.
	After a minute, I couldn't take it any more.  "Well?"
	The principal looked at me, as if finally noticing me.  "What are 
you doing here, Mr. de Vega?"
	"Helping my Program partner."
	He pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache.  
After a moment, the bell rang, ending the assembly.
	"Go to class," he finally said, not moving.  "Just -- get out of 
here and go to class."
	Dana and I looked at each other, then stood up, hoisting our 
bookbags.  And that's when she saw my boner, bouncing in front of me.
	She giggled, looking at it.  As we left the principal's office, 
she said with a smile, "Is that for me?"
	"What does it look like?"
	She might have said more, but then she saw the people in the front 
office staring at her, and her face closed up.  Bite me, I thought at
them.  Or better yet, let me bite you.
	As I hoisted my backpack on, I looked at hers -- a messenger bag.  
Slung over just one shoulder, now, and carried on one hip.  Should have 
thought of that.  A backpack couldn't have been comfortable on top of her 
wings, however they'd been concealed.
	I held the door open for her.  She folded her wings to walk 
through, then spread them out again.  And we were naked and in public.
	I stuck close to Dana.  Turned out to be a good move.  Everyone 
gave her a wide birth, avoiding those wings.  Usually, the first couple 
days, Program kids get felt up a lot.  No one knew what to make of Dana's 
wings and things.  So we actually got to class on time.
	She looked at me with a frown.  "You don't have to -- oh, that's 
right, you're in English with me."
	I nodded.  "English, U.S. history, and Spanish."
	She gave me a little smile, as if she was trying to be brave.  
Her cheeks dimpled.  Muy linda.  I tried to smile encouragingly as I held 
the door for her.
	I headed for the back of the room, as usual, but the teacher 
called out, "Mr. de Vega -- if you please?"
	I looked at the teacher -- she was gesturing to the front row.  
Oh, right.  She liked to have her Program students front and center, where 
she could keep an eye on them.  I sighed and turned back to join Dana.
	I watched her carefully, as she turned to sit down.  She saw me 
looking at her, and stopped.
	"What?"
	"It's just," I said, "are those going to fit, with the arm of the 
chair?"
	"Oh, yeah -- they go over the back, like this."  She had to slide 
into the seat, from the side, because the desk-arm got in the way of 
sliding down from the top, but it worked fine -- wings behind the 
backrest.  The tips of her swallowtails almost brushed the floor.
	The bell rang.
	"Dana, Lupe," the teacher said, "would either of you like relief?"
	Was she crazy?  Damn straight I did.  I'd been with cutest naked 
fairy in school for the better part of an hour.  I was hornier than a dog 
sniffing a bitch in heat.  I stood up and grabbed some tissues from the 
teacher's desk.
	"Dana, you?"
	I saw Dana shake her head as I turned to face the class.
	"Lupe, would you like assistance?"
	Yeah, right.  I made a sort of snarly snort and shut my eyes to 
start stroking.  Then I opened them.
	Usually I jack off with my eyes closed.  But Dana was right in 
front of me, naked -- I could see her pink little pussy under her 
desk-arm.  So I did it looking at her, thinking about ... well, I don't 
know.  No coherent fantasy.  Just her and me naked together.  Not touching 
-- I don't like touching -- but ...
	Ah, hell, I don't know.  But she looked tasty enough to eat up.  
I quickly came in my wad of tissues.
*
Dana
There was something disturbing about the way Lupe watched me as he 
masturbated.  Almost feral.  Not like an owl or anything, but, like, 
creepy.
	I made myself watch him back.  Never take your eyes off predators.  
Not that my partner was one.  He'd done good for me so far.  Very good.  
I was sticking with him, if I could.
	When he was done, Ms Emerson looked at me and tried to hide a 
smirk.  What in the Spirit's name was so funny?
	"Class, today we start our next unit.  Does everyone have their 
copy of A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM?"
	Oh.  Right.  I facepalmed.  Of all weeks to reveal my species ...
	"Dana," Emerson went on, "I must say it's particularly fortunate 
to have you with us.  Had you read it before?"
	I sighed.  "Yes."  And then, because my hand had muffled it, I 
looked up at her.  "I had."  When I was younger, my stepfather teased me 
with being Titania's attendant, until I finally read the dratted thing and 
set the record straight.
	"Then you'll be able to tell us how much Shakespeare got right."
	"Um, nothing," I said.  Then more firmly, "It's, like, total 
fantasy."
	"Well, he got right that fairies exist," Tatja said.  Some kids 
tittered.
	I winced and looked at her over my shoulder, back where she and I 
usually sit.  But she wasn't sneering.  More, smiling like you do when 
you're teasing hard -- a sharp smile.  "Okay," I admitted, "but ASIDE from 
that, it's all wrong."
	"Are you sure about that, good Monsieur Mustardseed?" a boy in the 
back said.  More titters and laughs.
	Lupe scowled and turned around in his seat.  "She oughta know, 
shouldn't she?"
	Still more laughter.  I tried to shush him.  Though actually, it 
was kinda sweet of him.
	"Anyway," Emerson said, taking back control of the class, "it's 
something we should explore as we read the play.  Today, we'll talk about 
act one."
	So we introduced Hermia and Lysander and Demitrius and Helena, 
those fools these mortals be as Puck says later.  That part, at least, 
Shakespeare got right.  Talk about problem relationships.  Hermia's bad 
enough, but Demitrius, switching from Helena to her, just because she's 
rich?  I want to just swat the man.
	Then Emerson had some of us read part of the opening scene aloud, 
with the four.  Because we're in the Program, she picked Lupe and me as 
readers -- teachers are supposed to use participants in class as much as 
they can.  Because I'm small, she made me Hermia, the little wench.  
Lupe, he was Lysander.  Her royal tallness Selina was Helena.  "Tall and 
willowy and full of hiccup," Emerson put it, which isn't Selina at all -- 
the hiccup part, I mean.  As a basketball player, Selina definitely has 
the tall part down -- though Tatja's taller.
	Lupe's got a good voice, nicely deep, but I didn't think much of 
his acting: he read his lines flatly, without emotion.  But then, I could 
taste the discomfort rolling off him.  I decided to have a little fun with 
my role, fluttering up to him whenever possible.  Not LITERAL fluttering 
-- I can't fly indoors -- but I did flitter my wings whenever I addressed 
him, kinda like flirting.  It was fun, actually.
	Emerson stopped us just before the end of class.  "Think about 
these four, and where their loyalties lie."  Then the bell rang, and as 
people got up to go, she called out, "Tonight, read act two."
	As he packed his books, Lupe looked at me.  "You'll be okay?  
Getting to class, I mean."  Asking as my partner.
	"I got her covered," Tatja said behind me.  "So to speak."
	Lupe looked at her, and nodded once.  Almost like consigning me to 
her protection.  I twiddled my fingers to him as he left, then turned to 
face my friend.  I hoped, still my friend.
	"I gotta say, Danes," she said, "you look really cool -- when I 
think of it as a Halloween costume."
	I smiled weakly.  "It's not, though.  This is the real me, Tats."
	"Revealed in all your glory," Tatja said, nodding.  "They're 
beautiful."
	After a moment, I nodded back.  "Thanks."
	She bit her lower lip, then softly said, "Give people a little 
time, eh?  To get used to it."
	I smiled.  That, I could do.  It took me time to get used to my 
half-brother, didn't it?
	We left for biology.  Partway down the hall, a boy stopped us -- 
with a request.
	"Could I -- get a look at your -- you know ... "  He gestured 
towards me.
	"What," Tatja said.  "Her breasts?"
	I blushed.  He had sorta waved at my chest.
	"Her wings."
	Oh.  I flexed, spreading out fully.
	"Whoa."  He sounded almost impressed.  "They're real."
	I rolled my eyes.  "Like -- YAH."  I flapped once.
	"Can I look at your back?  Where they're attached?"
	"Sure," I said, shrugging.
	He hesitated a moment, then went around me.  It's not like it's 
easy to move around in a crowded hallway, with my wings spread.  To Tatja, 
I mouthed, "Watch him."
	She looked at me puzzled.  But then, a couple moments later, she 
said, "Eh eh eh!  You have to ASK before touching -- Program rules."
	I almost shivered.  I'd been afraid of that.  My wings are 
sensitive.
	"May I?" he asked.
	"Only if you're GENTLE," I said sternly.
	He touched the base of my right upper wing -- lightly, I admit, 
but it was still uncomfortable.  Like halfway between a tickle and beetles 
crawling through my bones.  It made me want to twitch.  I shuddered but 
stood still.
	Through the crowd watching us, I saw Fritz walk toward us.  He's 
also in bio with us.
	The boy felt me again, and I flinched.
	Fritz shouldered through the kids, shouting, "Hey, no hurting 
her!"
	"But I barely touched her!"
	"They're very sensitive!" Tatja said.  "That's enough touching."
	The bell rang, giving me the excuse to leave.  Without looking 
back at the boy, I walked away, Fritz on my right, Tatja on my left -- two 
tall friends looming over me like bodyguards.  It was comforting.  
Especially knowing that they were on my side.  That left only Babs to 
worry about.
	Our biology classroom tasted even more than usual of formaldehyde 
and corpses, to my newly freed antennae, and I stopped still to get used 
to it.  Ms Leyden looked up from her desk.  She was naked, as usual -- 
she's one of the teachers who dresses down for the Program.  It's 
supposedly voluntary, but since she did units on Health and Human 
Sexuality, it's probably like required for her.  I sometimes suspect she 
doesn't mind.
	"Ah, Dana -- if you could come up front, please."
	Oh no.  Surely not more sexuality demonstrations -- we'd already 
done a couple weeks of them!  My stomach felt like I'd swallowed a 
will-o-the-wisp, all cold and twitchy.  I share a look with Tatja and 
Fritz as they split off back to our usual lab benches.  I marched to the 
stool Leyden had left out beside her desk.
	"Do you need relief?" she asked me.
	I shook my head.  Touching my wings did NOT leave me in an erotic 
mood.
	"In that case, we can get started.  Class, it's not every day a 
biologist gets to investigate a new species, previously unknown to 
science.  This week we're very lucky -- we get to make a field study of 
one."
	And she gestured at me.
	I swallowed.  Everyone stared at me.  Well, I'd known they would 
-- Program and all that.  But now they weren't looking at me like a naked 
girl, or even a freaky person in their midst, but as if I were a bug or 
something.  I tried to shake off the discomfort.  These were my 
CLASSMATES.
	So why did I feel like I'd been pinned to a board?
*
Lupe
On the way to second period, two chicas stopped me with a reasonable 
request.  They asked to feel me up -- there's always kids who want to, 
early in the week, even though we've had the Program for a couple years.  
Like I said, I'm not into being touched, but hey, if a couple cuties 
wanted to stroke my piston, that was okay by me, man.  So when I got to 
calc, I was hard again.  Not raging, but horny, if ya know what I mean.
	When the teacher asked if I wanted relief, I almost said no, but 
this was calculus.  I need ALL my attention for this stuff.  So I took it, 
quickly jacking off in front of the class.  Again, I thought about Dana.  
That cute, sexy little fairy.  I wanted to nibble her up.  Mmm.
	The relief didn't work as well as I wanted: I spent the period 
trying to chase flashes of Dana out of my head so I could concentrate.  
Just goes to show ya.
	Heading to third period, I got hit by a metric tonne of reasonable 
requests -- mostly from girls.  The usual packs of teases, getting their 
jollies with the new victims I'm sorry I mean Program boys.  It wouldn't 
have been so bad if they'd just stuck to touching my cock.  Which startled 
me -- I don't touch people often, and hadn't realized just how much I 
dislike it.  Especially having my ass and belly fondled.  Gnah.
	Despite this, I got to the gym hard as the proverbial rock.  It 
was distracting enough, though, I almost forgot and went into the boys' 
locker room.
	That's one of the sillier parts of the Program, if you ask me -- 
making you "change" and shower with the other sex, and use the other 
bathrooms.  Why not go unisex and be done with it?  Except, of course, 
that'd be logical.
	Phys. Ed. isn't a class I'd take, except I run track to make my 
college applications look better.  That, and it's an easy A.  
Fortunately, track isn't a team sport, not in my events -- the longer 
distances.
	Whatever.  I stashed my bag in a free locker and changed into my 
track shoes -- and tried not to watch the half-naked girls around me.  
Didn't work: Luisa Mendoliza and her cronies wanted a little fun, feeling 
me up -- not just my cock, but the rest of me.  Even more uncomfortable 
than what I got in the halls, the way they stroked my arm and chest hair, 
but I had to put up with it.  By the time they were done, I wanted both 
relief and to scrape off my skin in the showers.
	Out in the gym, Coach Suarez took one look at me and rolled his 
eyes.  "De Vega, where's your jock?"
	"There aren't any in there," and I jerked my thumb back towards 
the girls' room.  Suarez shook his head and got an athletic supporter my 
size from the boys' side.  You'd think by now they'd stash some with the 
girls, for all the Program boys.  Then he sent me out to run laps.
	Just for the record, I hate having an erection in a jock-strap.  
Grrr.
	At least my boner didn't last -- it may have been May, but it was 
still chilly enough that you were fine in a gym uniform but nippy in just 
your skin.  I asked Coach Dean to let me run a practice 5km, so I'd stay 
moving for a while.  She shook her head and said, "We're doing sprints 
today."
	Did I mention how school's a joke?  Coach KNOWS I sprint for crap.  
Too short.  Took her two races of me coming in dead last -- and looking at 
my goosebumps as I cooled off -- before Coach finally let me stretch out 
at what I'm good at.
	I like laps, all alone out on the track, pacing that lope I can 
keep up for miles.  I want to run a marathon sometime -- I think I'd be 
pretty good.
	I called out when I started my last lap, but Coach was too busy 
trying to get relay runners to make a clean baton pass, and she didn't get 
my final time.  Feh.  I almost snarled at her.  My body felt good enough 
to do it again, but we didn't have enough time for another 5km, so I did a 
2500m instead.  This time, I finished a minute after everyone else went in 
to change, so Coach did get my time.  Not my best ever, but pretty good 
for a back-to-back.
	When I got inside, most girls were out of the showers -- except 
Luisa's gang.  They'd waited for me.  They wanted to help me clean up.  
Rubbing me all over again, this time without the protection of an 
audience.  Glarg.
	I considered turning them down -- for maybe half a millisecond.  
Luisa'd make a reasonable request issue of it, I was sure.  And besides, I 
was pretty sure they'd get me off in the end.  For that, I could put up 
with having my body hair rubbed the wrong way, as they soaped me up.  I 
thought.  I said a silent Hail Mary as I joined them.
	Soap me up they did -- four girls getting my arms and legs and 
back and chest.  Luisa was in front, and she spent a lot of time making 
sure my cock was clean.  Her slick hands almost made up for having three 
naked girls rubbing their bodies against me.  Almost.
	I wasn't sure who was jacking me when my tingling balls finally 
erupted, Luisa or Katarina.  Hard to tell, when you're doing everything 
you can to not flinch -- not to mention getting shampoo in your eyes.  I 
fingered Luisa till she came, just to stay on her good side.  Not that I'd 
usually care what she thought of me, but there was no point ticking off an 
alpha girl who could make my week difficult.  Besides, I kinda felt I owed 
her one.  Yeah, despite the touchy-feely thing.
	At least they didn't want to cuddle.
	We got out of the locker room late, after lunch had started -- the 
halls were nearly empty.  At my locker, I grabbed lunch and my physics 
textbook -- I had a test next period.  I found an empty table in the 
unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Student Commons, where 
only the uncharted loners and losers hang out, opened my book, and started 
reviewing.
*
Dana
My first day of bio specimenhood was less humiliating than I feared.  A 
little less, anyway.  Mostly it was just people asking about being a
fairy.  Yes, the wings are real -- see, I can flap them.  No, the antennae 
aren't just decorative -- I use them to smell and taste.  Yes, I can fly 
-- really.  No, I'm not too heavy -- my wings are just the right size for 
my weight.  Yes, larger fairies have bigger wings than I do.  No, I can't 
fly in here -- not enough room.  Yes, I do need a lot of airspace.  No, I 
can't hover, no more than luna moths can.  Yes, luna moths have to land 
on a flower to sip.  No, I'm not immortal -- I'm 16, just the way I look.  
Yes, fairies reproduce sexually -- my mother and father had sex, just like 
humans.  No, they're not married -- not any more.  Yes, I do go out at 
night.
	That last got a lot of snickers for some reason.  I mean, hello -- 
MOTH fairy.
	Mostly it was questions.  Ms Leyden did, however, "investigate" my 
anatomy by touch -- including my genitals.  It was odd, being that close 
to another naked woman.  "The subject appears to have normal human female 
external sexual organs," she told the class.  She rubbed my clitoris with 
fingers slick with my secretions, and I spread my legs involuntarily.  
"With normal sexual response."
	When I asked her to please not touch my wings or antennae, she 
complied.
	My pulse, when Leyden took it, disturbed her.  High and erratic, 
just as I said.  "I have a smaller heart than humans, which beats more 
rapidly," I told her.  "Especially when I fly."
	Fritz called out, "What about your blood pressure?"
	"Higher than human normal," I said.
	Leyden nodded.  "Make a note of that," she told the class, "and 
we'll measure it tomorrow."
	Just when it was getting a little overwhelming, the bell rang.  
Tatja waved goodbye and hurried out -- she had to book it across school to 
the gym.  Fritz and I go on to math together.
	I looked up at him he let me pass through the door first.  It was 
hard to see the expression of his eyes, behind those round glasses of his.
	"This is a whole new side of you," Fritz said as he walked beside 
me, "but thinking about it, I'm not surprised."
	I blinked at him.  Had I slipped somehow, when I'd tried to pass 
for a human kid?
	"I mean," he went on, "if I had to imagine a fairy personality, 
it'd be yours -- bubbly and sweet."
	I wasn't sure what to say to THAT, so it was just as well I was 
interrupted by a request to see my wings.  In fact, I couldn't speak to 
him for a couple minutes, as request after request came from the gathering 
kids.  All they wanted to do was look at -- and sometimes touch -- my 
wings and antennae.  I let them stroke the former -- LIGHTLY, and only at 
the edges -- but not the latter.
	Which was, like, SUCH the frustrating.  Leyden had gotten me all 
worked up in bio, and no one wanted to touch me down there, or have me do 
it, maybe even gotten me off.  My classmates weren't seeing the girl they 
knew, naked and interested -- they saw an alien to investigate.  The air 
around them tasted not eager but curious and nervous.
	"Dana," someone called out from down the hall -- Babs.  She's also 
in math with Fritz and me, and usually meets us there.  She'd backtracked 
to find us.  Which meant, I hoped, she too accepted me.
	"Babs," I said, waving.  She pushed through my audience.
	She stopped a foot or so from me, looking at me with a somber 
face.  Not down at me -- unlike Fritz and Tats, Babs is only a couple 
inches taller than me.  I started to worry -- maybe she was even more 
shocked than Tatja.  Then she grinned.  "And here I thought we never got 
past kissing because you were straight.  It was these," and she nodded at 
my wings.
	I blushed.  Babs is one of those free-and-easy girls.  I've always 
been kinda envious of her sex life.  She's always going out with boys and 
girls, including both Fritz and Tatja from time to time.  She's made a 
couple passes at me over the years -- which I had to turn down because, as 
she said, the hiding my species thing.  I'd kinda regretted it -- her 
kisses had been sweet.  But Babs is a good friend and never pushed it.
	Babs cupped my cheeks with her hands.  "I have a request," and 
then she murmured against my lips, "that you kiss me."
	I didn't say yes.  I didn't have to.  She was already kissing me.  
Slow and deep and heated like a phoenix.  I kissed her back -- how could I 
not?  I tried to stand on tiptoe, but couldn't -- my toes were curled up 
like fiddleheads.
	When the bell rang, my arms were wrapped around her, holding her 
close -- holding my body close to hers.  Her hair under my antennae tasted 
of juniper and gentian shampoo.  In the distant nearby, people cheered.
	"Call on me for relief," she whispered against my lips.  Then 
grabbed my hand and we ran for math class.  She had to drag me -- not only 
am I short, but it's hard to run with wings spread and rubbery legs.
	In class, I collapsed in the relief chair in front, sitting 
sideways because of my wings, and told Mr. Weinberger I was taking relief 
from Babs.  I didn't think to do otherwise.  I was too turned on to 
disobey her.
	I spread my legs and Babs knelt in front of me.  She kissed me 
lightly, quickly, across my inner thighs and then across my, yanno -- down 
there.
	Okay, this is difficult.  I don't talk dirty.  I can't -- I'm a 
fairy.  There's non-dirty words like "vulva," but they just sound dumb and 
cold.  And it wasn't cold at all.  By the time Babs was done, I was 
sweating something fierce, like I'd flown ten miles.  I'd heard oral sex 
is good, but I hadn't known it was THIS good.
	Babs kissed my lower lips, parting them with her tongue, and 
licked and nibbled and sucked on my clitoris.  She used her hands, her 
fingers, and I don't know what.  I wasn't watching.  I clutched the chair 
back and seat and moaned and spread my legs further.  And trembled, and 
felt a stampede of nixies flood my body until I came.
	I slowly came back to the world to the sound of cheers -- and 
swirls of paper.  They were scattered everywhere, and kids in the front 
rows looked windblown.
	Weinberger gave me a dirty look.  "Perhaps, Miss Partlow, if you 
could give warning before you do that again, mm?"
	I blushed.  I must have beaten my wings when I came.  I tried to 
get up and pick them up, but I was too wobbly to do much.  Babs helped me 
to my seat instead.  As she eased me down, she whispered, "Loud one, 
aren't you?"
	I blushed harder.  Apparently, I'm also a screamer.
	It took half the class before I could hear Weinberger's lecture, 
and even then I couldn't really focus.  I kept sneaking glances at Babs, 
and blushing again.  It didn't help to look at Fritz, on my other side -- 
he just looked at me bemused through those thick glasses of his.  I
wondered if either of them knew that was my first oral sex -- my first 
lesbian sex -- my first ANY sex.  And in front of the class, with everyone 
watching.
	I was like completely distracted.  At the end of the class, I 
realized this week was totally not going to help my algebra grade.  And 
it's not like my best subject in the first place.  I hoped Fritz took good 
notes, and would let me crib them.
	The aftermath, after math, is lunch.  Our lockers are along the 
way to the Commons, first Babs's, then mine, then Fritz's -- we stashed 
our books and hurry, to get in line before it gets to long.  Or tried to.  
I got stopped a lot with requests.  Mostly about my wings and antennae, 
mostly posing rather than touching, but it still took time.  By the time 
we reached the cafeteria line, Tatja had already bought her lunch.  
Otherwise, of course, we'd've cut in with her.  Drat it.
	So we waited in the long line -- showing off my wings to other 
kids.
	"Remind me to stick around you during summer," Fritz said.  "You 
make a good fan."
	Babs laughed as I stamped my foot at him.  "Keep that up," I said, 
"and I'll put goblins in your underwear."
	Which made them both laugh.  Some people.
	It wasn't until I got my tray I remembered: I didn't have my meal 
card.  Fritz had to remind me: Program kids get free lunch, because we 
can't carry our cards easily.
	"Can't you, like, put them in the same place where your wings go?" 
Babs asked me.  "You know, when they're under your shirt."
	I sighed.  "It doesn't work that way."
	Normally, we eat together in the Commons, unless it's especially 
nice outside.  And it would have been a consolation to sit and laugh with 
friends as if nothing had changed -- but I had an obligation, one I 
couldn't ignore.  So when Babs and Fritz sat down with Tatja, I told them, 
"Catch you later."
	Over in the lonely corner was my partner, Lupe.  He was at a table 
by himself, hunched over a textbook and a sheaf of notes, with a wadded up 
lunch bag next to him.  I put my tray down across from him and slid into 
the chair, wings over the back.
	Lupe looked up from his notes, blinking.
	"Hey, partner," I said cheerfully.
	After a moment, he said, "What are you doing here?"
	"I owe you for this morning," I said, and took a sip from my juice 
box.  "And you were looking lonely."
	He licked his lips.  "I, uh, have a test next period."
	"Studying at the last minute, are you?" Fritz said, sliding his 
tray down on the table to my left.
	Lupe shrugged.  Tatja took the fourth seat, across from Fritz, and 
Babs snagged a chair from another table, taking the corner between Tats 
and Lupe.  Four trays on the table meant not much extra room, forcing Lupe 
to pull his book onto his lap.
	"Eh eh eh!" Babs told him, "no covering up."
	Lupe flushed and gave her a dirty look.  But he closed his book 
and pushed it back on the table.  Babs pointedly looked down in his lap -- 
with a smile.  Knowing what she was looking at, I felt my ears warm.
	To me, Lupe said, "What are you doing here?"
	"I told you," I said, "you were looking lonely.  Where are your 
friends, anyway?"
	"I don't have friends," he said.  "Don't need any."
	My jaw about hit the floor.  No FRIENDS?  How could he stand it?
	"Ah," Fritz said, "the whole lone wolf thing, eh Lupe?"  Nastily, 
like a boy or a dog, trying to make trouble.
	Lupe gave him a dirty look, and then snarled silently.
	"Fritz, stop it," I said.  "That's mean."
	He had the grace to look abashed.  He hadn't acted like a stupid 
male for at least a year.
	"I like being alone," Lupe said.
	Which just didn't make sense.  I stared at him a moment, and 
realized he was pulling my leg -- had to be.  I burst out laughing.
	Lupe just looked at me -- as did my friends.  I waved my finger at 
him.  "Oh, no, you're not going to fool me.  Just because your friends 
abandoned you for your Program week doesn't mean I will.  Besides, we're 
PARTNERS."
	Lupe blinked a couple times rapidly, then looked at Babs and 
Tatja.  "Is she always like this?"  Whatever that meant.
	Babs nodded.  Tatja said, "Welcome to the Dana Experience."
*
Lupe
I don't know why I didn't just get up and leave -- I wanted to.  
Especially after that silly statement about my friends -- as if I had any.  
But I didn't.  And it kinda freaked me out, man.
	Well, okay, I do know.  Two reasons.  One was having Babs Scranton 
checking out my boner -- even I knew Babs's rep.  She goes out with a lot 
of different kids, girls as well as boys -- one week a cheerleader, the 
next a vo/tech dropout.  A reasonable request from her was likely to get 
interesting, in a way I suspected I wouldn't regret.  The second reason 
was Dana, sitting across from me, naked as ... well, as a moth.
	Okay, so it was second reason more than the first.  Though if Babs 
hadn't started fondling me, I wouldn't have been so horny I couldn't 
resist staying.  If she'd touched anything more than my hardening cock, I 
might have left but, well, she went straight for the money.
	Ya know, looking back on it, I should have realized then you 
pretty much spend your Program week thinking with your 'nads.  Took me a 
while to figure it out.
	Dana introduced me to her friends.  Babs, I mentioned.  The tall 
blonde from English was called Tats, though I didn't see any on her.  She 
looked familiar -- aside from English, I mean -- but I couldn't place her.  
The jerk was Fritz -- a big guy, with round glasses with thick lenses.
	We talked about our time in Program so far.  Well, about Dana's -- 
I said as little as possible.  I wanted to bite her biology teacher, 
hearing about what she went through.  As if being stripped naked and then 
mocked in English wasn't bad enough.  The others also asked Dana about her 
family, what she was doing here.  Apparently, after her fairy parents 
split, back in Elfland, her mother married a human and moved here.
	"Elfland?" Fritz asked.  "Where on Earth is that?"
	"It isn't," Dana said.  "It's Elfland."
	"What planet is it on, then?"
	"Elfland."
	"That's what I'm asking about," Fritz said.  "Where is it?"
	Tats put her face in her palm.  "Fritz, are you wearing Dana's 
ditz hat today?"
	"What ditz hat?" Dana asked.
	"The one you took off with the rest of your clothes," Tats told 
her.
	"Oh," Dana said, as if that explained things.  Then she looked 
confused as she tried to work it out.
	Babs broke in, "Fritz, why don't you start by asking who's on 
first?"
	"What?" he said.  His owlish eyes blinked at her.
	"She means," I finally told him, "Elfland is another world.  Not 
here, not there -- elsewhere."
	He gave me a dirty look.
	"Exactly!" Dana said, beaming at me.  "It's one of them."  My 
heart seemed to shiver, and my cock twitched in Babs's hand.
	"It's one what?" Fritz asked her.
	"Elsewhere," Dana said, rolling her eyes.
	And around we went.  As I said, I didn't say much.  Mostly, I 
watched Dana -- her antennae went up and down with her mood.  When I told 
her I didn't have friends, they drooped, worried and sad; when she told 
off Fritz, they pointed at him, quivering; when she was happy, they perked 
up, alert.  Way better mood indicators than nipples.
	Not that, the last five minutes, I was in any condition to notice 
even that.  Every time I came close to coming, Babs's hand slowed -- 
squeezing and sliding and stroking.  It felt like I had a vacuum with its 
nozzle blocked inside my groin.  Finally Babs looked at me with a grin and 
jacked me harder.  Yes.  Like that.  Almost.  There --
	The bell rang, and she let go, and I groaned.  Just when I was 
about to come!  Babs Scranton may have a reputation as an easy girl -- but 
man, she certainly wasn't nice.  Very mean indeed.
	I staggered up, hesitated, then escaped quickly, while I could.  I 
barely remembered to grab my textbook.
	Between the Commons, my locker, and physics, I have to nearly 
cross the school twice.  I had to rush.  Maybe because of that, no one 
stopped me with requests.  And maybe it was that, or the hurt of my 
bouncing boner, that made me less than perfectly hard, even after Babs's 
attentions.  So while I COULD have taken relief at the start of class, I 
wasn't desperate.  Which was good, because with the shorter assembly-day 
schedule, there was less time for the test than usual.
	Only after I sat down did I realize my classmates were just as 
glad not to have their test-time shortened.  Not that I cared about them 
-- it was for me.
	Still, when the girl next to me, Madeleine, leaned over and 
whispered, "Just for that, I'll give you relief after class, if you want."
	I looked at her -- a pretty gringa, chestnut curls and nice 
curves.  She looked like a cheerleader, because she was one.  Not a girl 
you expect in physics, but she was one of the top students.  Relief from a 
cheerleader ought to be worth something.  I nodded, though I didn't know 
how we'd have the time before I rushed back across the school to history.
	The teacher passed out the tests, and I tried to clear my mind of 
everything but Kirchoff's laws.
*
Dana
After lunch, I have art.  We'd gone back to charcoal sketches this month, 
mostly still lifes.  Ms Andrews has a Thing about jewelry boxes and 
apples, I think.
	When I got to class, I was ready to ask for relief.  Watching Babs 
play with Lupe, that was like, um -- well, it was hot.  And even though it 
was really mean, the way she kept him frustrated like that -- that was 
even hotter.  I wanted relief.
	Well, what I REALLY wanted was to give Lupe relief and get some 
from him in return.  I mean, we were partners, right?  What I could GET, 
here and now, was plain relief.  So when Ms Andrews asked me, I sat down 
on the stool up front, before this sheet-covered stage-thingy.  I declined 
help, though several kids offered.  Instead, I spread my legs and began 
stroking myself.
	Normally, I just rub my clitoris until the magic works.  That can 
take a while, though, and I had only five minutes.  So I explored, trying 
to reproduce what Babs had done.  I slid fingers from one hand inside, in 
and out like boy's thing would move, while I rubbed my clitoris between
two fingers from the other hand.  And as I did this, I, uh -- well, I 
thought about Lupe, and him doing this with me.  Which FELT naughty at the 
time, though of course if I did it, it couldn't actually BE bad.  It 
wasn't till I thought it through, during class, I realized I was thinking 
about sex itself, which isn't dirty at all -- if you talk about it 
cleanly, anyway.
	When I was done, kids were gathering scattered papers and 
supplies, and Andrews was spreading the sheet again; the dusty air tasted 
of clay and charcoal and paint thinner.  I'd bated my wings as I came, 
again.
	"Sorry," I said.
	"That's quite alright," she told me.  "That was a very good 
demonstration of what I want the class to focus on."
	I looked around and saw easels facing the raised empty stage, and 
only then realized -- I was the life model for today.  Sometimes, I can be 
really slow.
	But the focus was not on my nudity, as with previous Program 
students.  Andrews wanted them to focus on my back -- the muscles that 
move my wings.  "So different from most athletes!"
	Holding my wings folded up, away from my back, is really hard.  
I'm used to beating them, not keeping them still, and relaxed they lay 
flat.  Within a couple minutes of my first pose, Andrews interrupted me, 
and told me to close them again.  Then she looked at my head.
	"And could you move those back up again, where they were?"
	I thought I had.  "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my 
wings folded.
	"Yes, like that, for the left.  Now the right one, too."
	I blinked at her.  "What are you talking about?"
	"Your feelers," and she gestured antennae with her fingers.  
"They were up before."
	My antennae move when I'm not tasting something?  Did I know that?  
I blinked again and said, "I can't control them.  Any more than a cat can 
his tail."
	Andrews sighed.
	I managed maybe ten minutes a pose, before I had to stretch and 
work my wings -- and that's with her constantly telling me to stop 
fidgeting.  As if still is a virtue.  Finally, for the last pose of class, 
she sighed.  "Okay, how about, I don't know, a classic fairy pose."
	I thought for a moment.  "You mean like this?"  I sat down on the 
stage, perched with knees drawn up with my arms around my ankles, lips 
puckered as I looked up to the corner of the room.  I shifted a little, 
and I felt my body like CLICK into position, only without a noise.  It 
was like natural to me.  I could hold this for at least a quarter hour, I 
thought -- maybe more.
	One of the boys muttered, "Oh my God."
	"The cuuute," a girl cooed, a little louder.
	Some kids tittered, and another girl announced, "I think I need to 
go 'squee!' and melt."
	"Class!"
	Andrews had me break just before the end of class.  She showed me 
her sketch.  It was WAY cute.
	"Do you ever try holding still?" Andrews asked me.  "Or meditate?"
	I blinked at her.  "When I'm hiding, sure.  But there's no tree 
trunk to press against, here.  Nor," I added, "any predators to escape."
	Andrews looked startled, as if she'd never thought about what 
moths go through.  The bell rang.
	"Never mind," she said.  "Go on to your next class."
	I was stopped a couple times on the way to history -- more 
examining my wings.  As if they were the only important part of me.  I was 
showing yes they really flapped to a couple girls when Lupe came up to us 
-- heading for history, too.  I was proud of remembering he was in it with 
me.
	"Hey, partner," he said.
	I beamed at him.  "Hey, Lupe."  His penis was hard, again.  Or
maybe hard still.
	He scowled at the girls.  "They giving you any trouble?" he asked.
	"Oh, no," I said, "they're okay -- they're not trying to grab my 
wings or anything."  I smiled at them.
	He gave a curt nod.  "Good."
	One girl giggled, but another didn't take well to his being 
protective.  "Request for you both," she said.  "Touch each other."  Then 
in words I can't use, she said it explicitly -- down there.
	The words were dirty, but the thought made me shivery.  And, well, 
it WAS a reasonable request, by the Program rules.
	Lupe turned and faced me, a little to my right.  His eyes 
glittered.  I reached out and wrapped my hand around his penis.
	I don't know what I expected it to feel like.  Hard, yes, but it 
was warm, too -- and smooth-skinned, almost silky.  The head was damp, as 
if someone had just licked it or something.  But before I could give that 
much thought, his hand cupped my, uh -- down there.
	Before the zing stopped echoing through my body, the bell rang.
	I looked into Lupe's dark eyes, and he swallowed.  "Sorry girls," 
he said, not looking away from me, "gotta run."
	Reluctantly, I let go of his member, and we ran for history 
together.  His stiff penis bounced as we went.
	"You need relief?" I asked as we turned a corner.
	"Oh yeah," he said, grabbing my hand to help me along.  "You?"
	We skidded to a stop in front of the door.  Relief would be good 
-- sweet, even.  Especially relief from Lupe.  But even more ...
	"I want to give you relief," I said.  "To learn how."
	He looked at me as he pulled open the door for me, and nodded.
	Old Mr. Janos barely glanced at us as he wrote on the board.  
"Ah, our Program students.  I suppose I have to ask if you need relief?"
	"I do," Lupe said.
	Janos hmphed and kept writing.  We dropped our bags and Lupe sat 
down in the relief chair up by the teacher's desk.  I knelt on the cold 
floor in front of him.  He parted his legs, so I could get closer.
	I looked at his penis.  It was darker than the rest of his skin, 
almost walnut-wood brown, except for the pink head.  I wrapped my right 
hand around the shaft -- still warm, almost hot -- and rested my other arm 
on his dark, almost furry leg.  I whispered, "What do I do?"
	He whispered back, "You saw Babs?"
	I nodded.  Like that.  I started moving my hand up and down.
	"A little higher up," he whispered, and nudged my hand closer to 
the head.  "And a little tighter -- like doing yourself."  After a moment, 
"Okay, not that hard."
	I found the feeling and the rhythm -- I could tell I'd reached it 
by how his eyes half-closed, and his leg muscles tensed, and his breathing 
went ragged, like I do when I do myself.  It took a couple minutes, and 
he breathed, "I'm about to ... "
	His body stiffened, and he began ejaculating: globs of white semen 
spurted out, just as I'd watched in Human Sexuality.  They splattered me, 
head and face and chest, and all over my hand -- one landed on my left 
antenna before I twitched it off.  That one felt a little gross -- tasted 
odd, too.
	Lupe took some tissues from the box on Janos's desk, and offered 
me some.  I wiped my hands while he dried off his penis and legs.  As I 
stood, he made a questioning gesture at my face.  It took me a moment to 
work it out -- wipe that off?  I probably should have, but, well, I didn't 
want to.  Having him on me felt naughty and exciting.  I shook my head.
	I nearly giggled as his eyes widened.
	We took our seats, and I spent the rest of the period trying not 
to drip on my notebook.  And imagining having more of him on me.  Next 
period, I was going to NEED relief.
*
Lupe
The claim that having an orgasm RELIEVES our tension, letting us 
concentrate on class more, is the biggest Program joke of all.
	Even cleaned up, Dana would have distracted me.  I mean, she 
wasn't just cute as a pixie -- she looked like a debauched pixie.  But 
she'd brought me off.  That's a form of sex.  Anyone who thinks you have 
to put cock in cunt to get the hormone effects is smoking something 
dangerous.  And needs to talk to a gay couple, man.
	What I'm trying to say is, I didn't hear a word of history.  I 
didn't even copy down what the teacher'd written on the board while Dana 
and I were busy.  I was so out of it, it took me to the end of class to 
realize that when the old guy looked at Dana oddly and polished his 
glasses every few minutes, he wasn't staring at her splattered face, or 
even her nakedness, but at her wings -- as if he couldn't believe his
eyes.  He must not have heard.
	Oh, and my boner?  Hadn't gone away.
	When the bell rang, I went to Dana's desk, down in front.  She 
peered up at me as she bent over her bag.  "Wait, we're in Spanish 
together, right?"
	"S�, Se�orita Hada."
	She stood with her bag over one shoulder.  "Is that the good kind 
of fairy or the bad kind?"
	I nodded.  "Marica is the bad kind."
	She shuddered.  "I can't say THAT!"
	"Don't," I said as I held the door open for her.  "It's even worse 
than cabr�n."  And calling the wrong guy THAT can get you killed, in some 
parts of town.
	"But I'm not one, am I?"
	"Ah, no."  Her, a fag?  Not hardly.  "You're definitely una hada."  
Una hada hermosa.
	But then we were hit with requests and couldn't talk.  Some girls 
felt me up and some boys ... well, all they asked her was to flap.  Which 
didn't seem fair, man -- her getting to avoid being touched all over.
	Then Babs bounded up to us, grinning like some sort of short, 
curvy sex-goddess.  My cock twitched, seeing her -- if I hadn't been hard 
already, I would have gone "sproing!"  She grabbed each of our hand just 
as the bell rang.  "Playtime's over!" she warbled cheerfully at the other 
kids.  It made my belly ache, the way her voice implied that playtime was 
just starting for her.
	As we raced down the hall, Babs asked, "Who had relief last?"
	"Me," I said, "but -- "
	"Then it's Dane's turn," Babs said.
	"But I -- " I started to say, but she interrupted me, "Eh eh eh! -- 
I'll get you later."
	But I wanted to give Dana her relief.  It was only fair, after the 
previous period.  And, well, I wanted to.
	We skidded to a stop at the door -- Dana, with her wings, brakes 
quickly.  Babs patted my cheek as I opened the door for them.  "You're a 
sweetie," she said, then pulled Dana to the front of the class.
	I felt my face heat, and I walked quickly to my desk in the back 
-- someone goosed my ass, and I flinched.  I plopped down, landing harder 
than I wanted to.  Me, sweet?  I'm a loner -- I don't get along with 
people, and that's fine by me.
	I shook my head.  Damned Program -- or in this class, Programa 
maldita -- messing with my head.  And my hormones.
	And then my attention was trapped by Babs and Dana up front.
	They weren't using the chair: Dana stood, facing the class with 
her legs braced, as Babs kissed her -- slowly, deeply.  Babs's left hand 
traced down Dana's neck and chest, stopping to tweak her right nipple -- 
hard and pink and, well, tweakable.  Dana squeaked, and Babs traced 
further down.  When she cupped Dana's pussy, the fairy moaned into her 
mouth.  And moaned again as Babs started rubbing.
	Dammit, I wanted to be doing that.  I couldn't look away.
	Dana spread her legs a little more as Babs reached further between 
them.  Babs switched between short, quick movements at her clit and 
slower, deeper ones between her pussy lips.  Dana gripped Babs's 
shoulders, moaning louder, eyes closed, facing slack in ecstasy.  Moan is 
not quite the right word -- the sound was higher, and kept going up until 
it was almost a guttural keening.  And louder.
	And then, as Babs focused on her clit, Dana beat her wings hard, 
sending papers and pages flying, and the keen became a unbroken scream and 
she stiffened and came.  For like ten seconds or something, till her voice 
trailed off.
	She slowly relaxed, and opened her eyes -- looking straight into 
mine, without searching the class for me.  She smiled, panting and sweaty 
and completely blissed out.
	The class hooted and clapped.  I could do nothing but gaze into 
her eyes.  I was eaten up with envy, but, I don't know -- maybe it was 
just knowing she was happy helped calm me.
	I still wished I could have given her relief.
*
Dana
Spanish was, like, a total daze -- muy aturdita.  I think we talked about 
verbs.  I was as bad as in algebra, only worse.  Not only did I have Babs 
next to me, with my body like pulsing to do more with her, but Lupe behind 
me as well.  Sweet, brown, naked Lupe, who'd looked at me like a puppy 
who'd been kicked -- who'd wanted to reciprocate relief.  My body pulsed 
to let him, to do more with him, and he wasn't even beside me.
	I wondered what he did after school.
	But then after class, he disappeared without saying goodbye.  Oh 
well, I thought, as I packed my bag.  Babs walked me to my locker then 
hers, staying with me through the requests -- more wings and antennae! -- 
until we reached the student newspaper offices.
	Yes, I'm a student reporter.  I may not be great in math and 
science and stuff, but I can write quickly and prettily.  Jimbo, our 
editor, usually gives me nice fluffy pieces like reporting on dances or 
other events.  Those are fun.  People like my column, too, because I don't 
get into mean gossip.
	I was still naked, of course -- still in school.  Not that I 
minded the naked so much, now that like everyone knew my sekrit 
identikitty.  Well, except for sitting on that scratchy old couch in the 
office.  I had to perch on the back.
	Jimbo was there, of course -- and as eager to interview me as Ms 
Leyden and Ms Emerson had been, this time as journalist instead of 
naturalist or fairy-lore-ist.  What was my STORY, this time.
	Babs stayed until Fritz arrived with his camera, then gave me a 
kiss that curled my toes again.  It started as a quick goodbye peck but 
quickly got deeper.  We stopped when Chris cried out, "Hey!  Watch the 
wings."
	We broke, and I realized I'd been bating again -- wind, papers, 
and so on.  Oopsie.  I don't think I should work in a library, or at least 
not have sex there.
	Babs twiddled her fingers.  "Gotta go."
	"Where?" Jimbo asked.
	"Need take care of something," she told him.  "You'll have that 
story by five -- promise."
	Jimbo hmphed, but let her leave.  Me, I was almost glad she left 
-- if she'd stayed, something would have happened with me and her, and too 
much had already happened that day.  I was starting to feel like 
overwhelmed.
	Jimbo's interview didn't help, especially with Fritz taking 
pictures.  I gave Jimbo my life story, short version -- starting with 
starting school here, then backing up to my stepfamily, then still further 
back, to my parents' divorce.
	"Back in Fairyland, this was?"
	I blinked at him.  "There is no Fairyland," I told him.
	"Then here on Earth?"
	"No," I said as patiently as I could, "in Elfland."
	"If fairies live in Elfland," Fritz said, "are there elves in
Fairyland?"
	I sighed.  "There ARE no elves -- they're mythical, all right?"
	"Like dragons, then."
	"No, dragons are extinct.  And a good thing, too -- nasty beasts."
	"Uh, never mind."  Jimbo shook his head.  "So if fairies live 
there, why's it called Elfland?"
	I shrugged.  "Why don't you call your world Manland, or 
something?"
	Fritz snorted.  "She's got us there," he said to Jimbo.
	A pained look crossed Jimbo's face.  "Okay, moving right along -- 
you say you can really fly?"
	For like only like the seven dozenth time that day -- okay, I 
exaggerate, but it felt like it -- I said, "Yeah and can't do it here 
'cause not enough room okay."
	"Then let's go outside.  I want some photos.  So does everyone 
else."
	I opened my mouth, then closed it.  Why hadn't I thought of that 
earlier?  Perfect way to prove it to everyone.  "Okay," I said, feeling a 
little more cheerful.
	The closest door opened onto the basketball courts -- empty right 
now, though there were some football players on the lower field.  I looked 
around and blinked in the sunlight -- it was a little bright for flying.  
"I really do this better at night," I told the boys.
	Jimbo blinked at me.  "You fly better in the dark?"
	"That thing's distracting," I said, waving at the sun.  "It's like 
a giant porchlight or something."
	Fritz snorted again.
	"Can you still navigate?" Jimbo said worriedly.
	"Oh, yeah," I said.  I squinted.  "Though shades would help."  
Rather than wait for them to bring me a pair, I jumped into the air and 
took off.  I circled once, climbing to the roof.  I almost landed there, 
but -- yuck! -- dirty tarpaper with junk.  I touched down on the parapet 
instead, then pushed off back over the courts, fluttering around the 
lines.  I did it a second time, this time buzzing the boys.  Jimbo stared 
at me wide-mouthed, while Fritz took pictures like mad.
	I realized I was aligning my circuit with the sun, drat it.  
Flying around beneath it was disorienting.  Third pass, I landed a couple 
wingspans from the boys.
	"Whoa," Jimbo breathed.  He smiled.
	"Nice touchdown," Fritz said, glasses gleaming owlishly at me as 
he came out from behind his camera.
	I made a little curtsy to them, pretending I had my girdle around 
my waist.
	"Listen," Jimbo said, "would you -- " and then some classical 
music began playing.  "Damn," he said, checking his phone.  "I gotta take 
this -- be right back."  He hurried around the corner of the brick 
building, answering it, "Hey there."
	Fritz looked at me.  Then he shook his head.
	"What?" I asked him.
	"I'm still," and he waved his hand limply, "trying to get used to 
... "
	"What, my wings?"
	"Those too," he said, stepping towards me.  "More, your being 
naked."
	I swallowed, looking up at him.  From a foot away, I could feel 
his body heat.  For once, I could read his eyes despite the glasses.  Oh, 
I thought, he wants to ...
	He bent down and kissed me.  It wasn't as sweet as Babs -- I 
doubted it could be.  I wanted to say it wasn't as sweet as Lupe, but I 
hadn't actually kissed him to know.  Fritz tasted like mushrooms under a 
crescent moon -- piquant and earthy.  Which was interesting.
	His hand on my shoulder tightened, pulled me tighter to him.  And 
that, suddenly, was too much.  I felt trapped.  I put my hand on his 
chest, and pushed.  Lightly -- just enough to tell him to stop.
	He pulled back his face, still holding me.  "What?"
	"I -- "  I shook my head.  "It's been, like, a long day."
	He grimaced slightly, but dropped his hand.  "But you did it with 
Babs."
	"Well, yeah, but Babs is Babs, yanno?"  And besides, just because 
I liked kissing her didn't mean I liked kissing everyone, like she does.
	"I know," he said, "but I've been waiting, see."
	Huh?  For what?
	"For you to," he grimaced with one side of his mouth, "to grow up 
-- to notice boys.  I -- "
	And suddenly I realized -- he'd wanted to be my first.  As if I -- 
there'd been -- with all that -- and --
	I lost it.  I spun out of his arms, and before he could stop me, 
took off.  Straight up, over the school, to the front door -- just as 
Principal Skinner was taking the clothing boxes back inside.  He jumped 
when I landed in front of him.
	"Oh!  -- Miss Partlow.  Are you -- "
	"May I?" I broke in, nodding at the box.  He seemed about to 
speak, so I added, "I gotta fly."  Then when I realized what I'd said, "So 
to speak."
	He cleared his throat, but let me pick out my clothes.  There 
weren't many others left.  I grabbed mine, and because I couldn't stand to 
be near school any more, I took off again without dressing.
	The closest cover was in the big city park -- there's fields and 
woods and almost wilderness, except for the paths and all.  I landed in 
the first secluded glade I came to and dressed, even covering my wings.  I 
left my antennae free, though.  Only when I looked at the surrounding 
thicket did I realize: I'd have to walk home, starting with pushing 
through the underbrush.
	I sighed and picked up my bag.
*
Lupe
I told myself, as I hurried from Spanish, that I wasn't running away, but 
I kinda knew it was a lie, even then.  One big clue: I was so consumed by 
the images of Dana and her friend getting it on, this time I DID forget 
and blindly walked into the boys' locker room.  Second clue: with a solid 
boner.
	I don't know how much you've hung around jocks, but -- obvious 
erections while changing?  The boys don't take to it well, not even the 
gay ones.  ESPECIALLY the gay ones.  You'd think none of them had spent a 
day in the Program.  A couple linemen reminded me, almost forcefully, that 
I wasn't wanted there.
	Fortunately, the football team practices on a different field from 
track.  I could stay out of their way.
	I scuttled over to the girls' side, not quite with my tail between 
my legs.  Though it was a close thing.  Those guys are big, man.
	After changing back into my running shoes, I took the time to piss 
-- I hadn't all day, in part because I'd spent it mostly hard but also, 
well, I was still intimidated at using the girl's bathrooms.  So by then, 
I REALLY need to go, especially if I was going to run.  It took a couple 
minutes to relax enough to let the golden stream go, and a couple more to 
get it all out, stiff as I was.  When I left the stalls, it was just my 
luck to run into Babs.
	Luck?  She didn't do sports -- she couldn't, not without a REALLY 
good sports bra.  I don't keep track of my classmates, but I was pretty 
sure I hadn't seen her at any practice.
	She smiled, cheeks dimpling, and I got fully hard again.  She 
bounded up to me.  "There you are," she said, pushing me back into the 
bathroom with a warm hand on my chest.
	My heart didn't flip over, only because it's no more an acrobat 
than I am.  It gave a good try, though.  The most intelligent thing I 
could say was, "Babs."
	Around the corner, out of sight of the few girls still in the 
locker room, and we were alone -- me and the second-sexiest girl I'd met 
that day.  The tile wall was cool against my back.
	"What -- ?" I began, but I didn't need to say any more.
	"I promised you relief," Babs said, with a wicked grin.
	"It's not the start of class," I said.  Yeah, I know, totally 
inane.  Stupid, even.  I didn't even know why I was trying to talk her out 
of it.
	"Practice, class -- same difference."  She had a point.
	She stroked my chest as she said it, a small circle -- and I 
couldn't help wincing.  It didn't hurt, just uncomfortable, but after all 
the touching that day, it was almost too much.
	"Oh," she said, "not against the nap, eh?"  And Babs lightly 
stroked my chest hair, with the grain -- almost petting me.
	And it actually felt good.  I didn't know if it was her or her 
technique, but I didn't care.  Her strokes became longer, reaching down my 
belly, and my lips parted as I breathed.
	Then one time, her hand reached my cock, and wrapped around it.  
When her hand moved, stroking it, I was almost ready to come.  I'd've 
taken the hand-job from her, happily.  But I didn't have to.
	I looked into her eyes -- exactly level with mine.  A girl my 
height, and she wanted me.  ACTIVELY wanted me.  And I'd never had sex 
with a girl before.
	"You want me?"  Her question was like an incantation, heavy in my 
head.
	"You know it," I whispered.  "Everyone does."
	Her nose crinkled.  "I thought you were a bright one," she said.  
Whatever that meant.  My brain was not completely dead, but it definitely 
wasn't getting a full blood supply.
	She undid her jeans and shimmied out of them.  Then she backed 
against a sink, pulling me by my aching cock.  Well, not aching, but you 
know what I mean -- that gaping emptiness that wants another hole to fill.  
A hole like the one between her legs.  The one that opened when she hopped 
onto the edge of her sink, thighs wide -- at just the right height for me.
	She pulled me to her opening, and I trust my hips forward.  I 
didn't go in very far -- I think that's a myth, the single stroke entry -- 
but my head in her wet warmth was unlike anything I'd felt before.  I 
pulled back, and pushed in further next time.  A little more, and more, 
and more, and I was all the way inside her.
	Oh God it was so much better than my hand.  Or even Dana's hand, 
exciting as that'd been.
	Babs's boobs bounced (say that five times fast) under her blouse
as I humped her.  I almost wanted to touch them, to feel them, but I 
didn't -- our joining, her thighs and calves wrapped around my hips, my 
hands on her hips for balance, that was enough touching.  Any more would 
have distracted me.
	We found the rhythm, and it felt like my huevos were roiling, and 
then I tipped over the edge and came, spurting inside her.  I thrust and 
thrust until I was empty.
	It wasn't until I stopped that I realized something was missing.  
She hadn't come.  I slid my right hand so my thumb could reach her clit, 
and started rubbing.  She was wet, slick -- and quick, sharp rubbing like 
she'd given Dana soon put her over the edge herself.
	Unlike Dana, she was silent -- she stiffened, then when her orgasm 
passed, she leaned back.
	And looked up at me, smiling softly.
	We stayed there joined for maybe a minute, looking in each other's 
eyes and stewing in hormones.  Then nodding as if in answer to a question 
I hadn't asked, she moved.  I slipped out of her and stepped back.  She 
bent down for her jeans and put them on, panties still inside them, one 
leg at a time.  I watched, still unable to say anything.  Unable to think 
of anything to say.
	Finally she slipped into her sandals and stood up, fully dressed, 
and looked at me.
	I swallowed, trying to moisten my throat.  "Thank you," I finally 
said.  Which felt totally inadequate, almost like what a jerk would say.
	But it seemed to be the right thing.  "Dana's lucky to have you as 
a partner," Babs told me.  Then she patted my cheek and slipped out of the 
bathroom.
	I stared after her, out the empty doorway.  After a minute, I 
turned to the sink and washed myself -- my cock -- my no-longer-virgin 
member.
	One good thing: my cock was definitely limp now.  Makes putting on 
a jock so much easier.
	Outside, Coach Suarez looked me up and down.  He shook his head, 
looking at my feet.  "You know, de Vega, those things really stand out 
when they're all you have on.  They're wearing out -- get some new ones."
	My running shoes.  I looked down at my feet.  There was no answer 
I could give -- *I* certainly couldn't afford new shoes -- so I nodded.  
Saved having to argue.
	I ran well -- better than I expected after sex.  But then, I felt 
relaxed and good.  Maybe there was something to this Program.  Maybe.  I 
shivered as a gust of wind blew through me.  My luck kept up: when Coach 
told me to pack it in, there were hardly any girls in the locker room.  I 
quickly showered, grabbed my clothes at the main office, and left school 
behind at last.
	Afternoons and weekends, I work at Caesaria's, a bodega on the 
other side of Bridger Park -- stock boy and speaker-to-anglos, plus I help 
Caesaria with her tax forms, as needed -- her English isn't great.  Only a 
buck above minimum but paid under the table -- and every dollar straight 
into my college fund.
	I walked as usual.  The busses are for crap in this town, and it 
takes a transfer to get to Caesaria's from school -- this way's quicker.  
If my backpack isn't too heavy, I run.  Which is never, really -- I always 
have a metric buttload of homework.  But I gotta remember that hope.
	As I started across the park, a girl called, "Hey, Lupe!"
	Dana, walking the border path.  Alone.  Dressed, too -- her wings 
hidden, but antennae out and bobbing with each step.  I stopped and let 
her catch up.  Seeing her, my brain flashed to Babs, back in the locker 
room, and for some reason I felt guilty.  I pushed that aside and said, 
"Hey."
	"I wanted," and she swallowed.  "I wanted to thank you, for all 
you did for me today.  I really appreciated it."  Earnestly, like she 
really meant it.
	Her smile could have melted a wolf's heart.  Her words, though -- 
they made me uncomfortable.  I'm not used to being thanked.  I shrugged 
and mumbled, "'Sokay."
	"And if you need any help tomorrow, anything -- just ask."
	I swallowed.  She meant relief, I knew, but my mind couldn't help 
jumping to conclusions -- anything as in all the way?  The girl was damn 
cute.  And I was lusting after her something fierce.  I may be a stupid 
teenager, but I at least recognized that.  As distraction -- for both me 
and her -- I said the first thing that came to mind.
	"Can I -- " I started.  And then, because I'd started, I went on, 
" -- ask you something?"
	She looked at me warily, but said, "Sure."
	Not that I wanted to ask her anything dangerous.  "Dana Partlow 
isn't a real fairy name, is it?"
	"Well, no -- not entirely," she said, sorta sheepishly.  
"Partlow's my stepfather's name."
	"What about Dana?"
	Her antennae drooped a little more.  "It's, uh, short for 
D naradriel."
	"Huh," I said.  "That's pretty."  Because it is.
	She blinked at me, and her antennae perked up some.  "You think 
so?"
	"I said so."
	"'Cause, like, it's so OLD-FASHIONED."
	I wrinkled my nose to keep from smiling.  "Like the fairy 
equivalent of Ethel?"
	"I like Ethel!" she protested.  "As a name, I mean.  I don't know 
HER."  Her antennae were quivering at me now.
	Ethel who?  I managed to keep a straight face.  "My point is 
made."
	She opened her mouth, then paused.  "Huh."
	All of which gave me the courage to confront what really bugged 
me.  Obviously, hiding her wings was magic -- so what else could she do?  
How much should I avoid her?  As casually as I could, I said, "So what's 
your fairy magic?"
	She completely shut down -- face, body, antennae slumping over her 
eyebrows.  Total dejection.  She muttered something like "I don't know."
	Anyone else, I'd've assumed they were lying.  I didn't think Dana 
COULD lie, or not very well.  Which made me admire all the more her
managing to hide her nature all these years.  "Ah," I said.  "Um."
	"'Sokay," she said.  "Not your fault."
	Had I apologized?  Though I did want to pat her and say it was 
okay.  "When do, well -- others ... ?"
	"My father says not to worry -- his didn't come out till he was 
twenty-seven, when he met my mother."
	"Well then," I said.
	She went on, "But MOM got hers when she was twelve."  She kicked a 
pine cone, and it skittered off the sidewalk.  "TWELVE!" she pouted.
	"So there's a big range."
	Dana sighed.  "Yeah, that's what Father says."
	I should have said something, but couldn't think what.  Besides, I 
was looking into her pale green eyes.  And thinking about how nice it was, 
not to have to look up at a girl.  How red her lips looked.  How much I 
wanted to kiss them -- to kiss her and --
	I swallowed and looked away.  "Um," I said.  Very suave, yes.  "I 
gotta -- go to work," and gestured across the park.
	"Oh," she said.  "Yeah.  You shouldn't be late."
	I glanced at my watch.  Too late for that.  "I gotta run, though."
	"Bye!" she said, twiddling her fingers.  "See you tomorrow."
	"Yeah," I said, and started running.  As much away from what she 
made me feel as towards work.
*
Dana
I met Mom when she came home a little before sunset, swooping into the 
back yard to land lightly on the patio.  She's tall for a fairy, almost 
five foot six, and slender -- I'd envy her if I didn't know that my wings 
would have to be like giNORmous, if I were that size.  As it is, her 
dragonfly wings have an eight-foot span, and when she folds them against 
her back, they almost brush the ground.  (Yes, I know dragonflies don't 
fold their wings -- in THIS world.  And my mother is so NOT a damselfly 
fairy -- got that?  She just isn't.)
	I do envy her color, though: her hair and the veins of her wings 
are copper red.  Compared to her, my pale green and gold seems washed out, 
at least in the sunlight -- I look better under the moon.
	"Flitter," she said -- she still calls me that.  "Your antennae!  
They're uncovered."
	I made a face.  "Yyyahhh," I said.  "About that."
	She stopped settling her wings and looked at me.  "D naral," she 
said.
	I took a deep breath.  "I was put in the Naked In School Program 
today."
	"Oh," she said, then she looked thoughtful.  "That."
	That.
	We went up to her room and we talked as she undressed.  Well, I 
talked, telling her about my day -- about everyone finding out I'm a 
fairy, and about how helpful Lupe was, and my friends' support.  By the 
time I was done, we were sitting together on the bed.  She made the room 
taste of green ponds.
	Mom pressed a finger to her lips.  "I see."
	Saw what?  I looked at her.
	"So you think you'll be okay?" she asked.
	"Um, yeah."
	"Let me put it another way," she said with a smile.  "Are you 
having fun?"
	I thought of getting relief from Babs and giving it to Lupe, and 
blushed to the roots of my antennae.
	Before I could say anything, Mom laughed.  "That answers that 
question."
	She sent me downstairs to help with dinner while she showered.  
Jim was already busy cooking, so I cajoled Brian into helping me set the 
table.  At four, he's old enough his assistance actually helps, if you 
manage him right.  This time, I did it as a race, who could lay out the 
silverware the fastest.  I let him win, of course, but it was a close 
thing.
	I adore my little half-brother.
	Eating dinner with my family did help me relax.  Though Jim's 
worry about possible violence at school just baffled me.  Why would 
knowing I was different change anything?  It's not like I'm, I don't know, 
a pouka or something.  I tried to reassure him, and accepted a second 
helping of desert -- peach cobbler = yum! -- by way of apology.
	It was nearly dusk when I went up to my room.
	I sat down on my bed.  After a moment, I slumped into a sigh, then 
flopped face down on my unicorn coverlet.  It had been a long day.  I had 
homework, but there was no way I had enough brain to WORK on it, not 
before I had to go flying.  Besides, most teachers go lightly on kids in 
the Program.  So I logged online and looked at photos of baaaaaby animals.  
So cute!  A half hour of ickle fuzzy critters made me feel a LOT better, 
and I was ready to go.
	It was completely dark by then, with a nearly full moon well above 
the horizon.  I wrapped my fairy girdle about my hips and over my shoulder 
and went downstairs.  Kaidl�arnien met me at the back door.  _Ready?_ he 
asked with his whirring wings and his scent.
	I flexed my wings, _Ready_.
	He buzzed off, towards the moon.  I jumped from the porch and flew 
into the night.
*
Lupe
After dinner, I sat down to homework in my room -- okay, me and Paco's 
room.  It'd been a hard day, made harder by Caesaria nagging me to tell 
her how hard it'd been.  Some adults, man -- I'd just wanted to deal by 
forgetting about it, and she's usually good people.  But I didn't have 
time to do more than sigh.  I worked until the bright moonlight reached 
my math book.  
	I looked out the window -- close to full, but not quite.  Tomorrow 
night, I'd have to change.
	I held up my hand and sharpened a fingernail into a claw -- just 
one, to show I had control.  I looked at it, curved and black.  It'd be 
sweet to run wild under the Silver Mistress, to let myself go.  Especially 
after this day.  But I had homework to finish -- I'd miss tomorrow,
possibly the next night, to the change.
	I turned my finger back to human and bent over my books.
[continued in part 2, Tuesday]
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