"Great." you say to yourself. "As if I didn't have enough problems." You get off of the wet chair and walk carefully to the bathroom where you remove the ill-fitting soggy clothes and get into the shower.
The noise must have woken Sandra because a few minutes later she walks into the bathroom and, looking at you with far less surprise than you'd expect, asks "Michael? Oh dear. We had sex, didn't we?"
"What?" you ask, turning off the water. "You knew this would happen?"
"Yes." she says. "That's why we've never had sex."
"But why?" you say, opening the shower, while trying to hide your girlish body. "Why did it make me turn into a 10-year-old girl?"
"You're not a 10-year-old girl." she says. "You're a newborn fairy."
"That makes much more sense." you say sarcastically as you wrap yourself in a towel.
"I'm a fairy." she explains. "This is how we have children."
"You have sex with some unfortunate man?" you ask. "And he turns into your child?"
"Yes." she says.
"So you were never going to have sex with me." you say. "You've been leading me on this whole time."
"Not exactly." she tells you.
"You wanted this to happen?" you ask. "You've been planning this?"
"Fairies have the same urges to have children as human women." she explains. "I've been dating you while I figured out if you were the right person to become my daughter. That's why I kept saying that we weren't ready. I wasn't sure."
"Wasn't sure about what?" you ask.
"That you loved me enough." she says, a little sadly. "To accept this."
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