Tuesday, September 13, 2016

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer (Part 1)

Our dear collaborator BLZBub brings us a sequel to my old story The Roots Fairy. Enjoy!

The Roots Fairy II: Indian Summer
(Part 1)

by BLZBub

Shauna wasn’t particularly thrilled about what was left of her summer. She only had a month left until she had to head back to school. Sure, she was going back a lot later than most students, but her last month was hardly going to be full of thrills.

Her parents had been planning this trip all summer so there was no way out of it. And instead of going someplace exciting like a resort or something, they were heading to a dusty old farm in New Mexico. There was practically nothing around for miles and even less to do. What little reception the place had was only good for phone calls and it wasn’t that reliable. The biggest store the nearby town had was just a big general store and the only fun place was the public swimming pool.

Shauna just knew she was going to be bored out of her mind before she made it to the weekend. She just couldn’t see the point of coming out here at all. Apparently it was some junk about getting in touch with her heritage, but Shana couldn’t see the point of it. The Native American way was all but gone and there were barely any descendants left to care about it. Sure, the Navajo may be the largest tribe left, but Shana knew it was only a matter of time before that gets buried in progress too.

To makes matters even more unbearable, Shauna’s parents didn’t even let her take any of her electronics with her. The only thing she had to play with was an old Indian doll her aunt gave her. That was really just insulting to Shauna. She was too old to be playing with dolls, especially old cloth dolls that didn’t even have faces.

Still, Shauna carried the doll around, if only so she had ‘someone’ to tell her complaints to. If nothing else, the doll made a better listener than her parents did. So she aired her grievances to the patient little doll until she found that she was repeating previous complaints. With a sigh, Shauna sat down and said to the doll, “I wish I knew why Mom and Dad care so much about this.”

“I was wondering if you’ll ever say something like that.” Shauna jumped and looked around for the source of the voice. But then she looked at the doll and saw that it had grown a pair of butterfly wings.

“Huh, I never noticed those before,” said Shauna as she put a finger near one.

“Please don’t touch,” said the voice, “They can be rather delicate.” Shauna yelped and pulled her hand back. It was definitely the doll that talked that time, even though it didn’t have a mouth to speak with.

“Ok, apparently I really am going out of my mind,” said Shauna, “Dolls can’t talk.”

“That would only be true if I were an ordinary doll,” said the doll, “Fortunately for your sanity, I am not an ordinary doll.”
Then the doll floated up in the air and started to change. The red cloth dress shifted into a brown buckskin one that left its shoulders and arms bare. The featureless hands, feet, and face became a lot more detailed, gaining fingers, toes, eyes, ears, a mouth and nose. The yarn hair became a lot more silky and real. When the doll alighted next to Shauna, it had changed from a simple doll to a Native American-looking fairy.

“Ah, that is much better,” said the fairy, a relieved look on her face.

“What kind of doll are you?” asked Shauna.

“I am not truly a doll,” said the fairy, “I am the Roots Fairy. I help little girls like you get in touch with their ethnic roots. And it sounds like to me that you really need to do so.”

Shauna groaned and said, “Really? I get enough of that stuff from Mom and Dad.”

“Keeping in touch of where you come from is very important,” said the Fairy, “If you have shallow roots, you are like the tumbleweed; easily blown away by the wind, always roaming and wondering where you’re going.”

Shauna rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, “Wow, I bet that’s been passed down hundreds of generations. So I guess you’re going to take me back in time so I can see how the Navajo really lived.”

“No, my magic is not strong enough to do that,” said the Roots Fairy, “But, I can make you of purer blood so you can truly appreciate the Navajo way.”

“Wow, that sounds like a lot of fun,” said Shauna dryly, “You know what, I think I’m gonna say no thanks.”

The Fairy pursed her lips. It had been quite some time since she had dealt with a child as difficult as this one. “Perhaps this will interest you,” said the Fairy, “The magic that will make you a full-blooded Navajo will also turn you into a grown woman so you’ll be able to fully experience the culture.”

That did make Shauna pause. She had been wondering what it would be like to be older and do more stuff on her own. “Would it be permanent?” she asked, not certain if she wanted to throw away her childhood.

“My magic will last until the end of the summer when it’s time for you to go home,” said the Fairy, “Your parents will not realize that anything has changed. They will see you as a distant cousin. However, there are some boundaries. You will not be able to go anywhere else besides this farm, the town, the reservation, and the area between them. Technology will become unreliable in your hands. You are receiving this gift so you can learn to appreciate your people’s ways, not so you can get away from your family.”

Shauna thought this over. There seemed to be a lot of strings attached to this deal. The Native American way seemed so boring she doubted she could ever find anything enjoyable about it. And it sounded like she wouldn’t be able to enjoy being an adult as much as she wanted. But still, when was she ever going to have an experience like this again? And this was probably the only thing that could make this vacation interesting. “Ok, I guess I’ll do it,” said Shauna.

“Excellent,” said the Roots Fairy before waving a hand. A clay cup full of a yellowish tea appeared besides Shauna. “Just drink from this and you will be transformed.” Shauna picked up the cup and gave the contents an apprehensive sniff. It smelled rather medicinal, and yet kinda sweet. Still, it ought to be worth it to have a more interesting time here. She quickly drained the cup before she could change her mind, though the tea’s flavor wasn’t that bad.

Quite soon, Shauna felt a tingling through her body. She held out her hands in front of her and watched in amazement as her fingers started growing longer in front of her eyes. She soon noticed her hands were also getting bigger, stretching further away from her sleeves. As Shauna watched her arms grow, she noticed that her sleeves were shrinking faster than her arms were growing. She soon noticed that her shirt was changing color and texture as it began to cling to her elongating torso. Her jeans were growing to match her legs, though they were obviously becoming adult style. Her feet were already bare so Shauna could see them changing size easily.

Then a completely different set of sensations hit Shauna. She gasped as she could feel her body really maturing, not just getting bigger. She felt her hips start to round out as her rear became larger. She could feel her face stretching out, childish roundness giving away to an adult oval. But the greatest sensation came from her chest. She looked down at her chest, which was a lot easier to observe as her shirt had become a low-cut tank top. Her nipples were pushing out on top of growing mounds. Shauna moaned in pleasure as she felt them grow. The knowledge of what that sensation meant appeared in her mind, soon followed by many adult things as well as an expansive knowledge of the Navajo people.

When the growing sensations stopped, Sahkyo could only sit and breathe. There were no words in the English language or the Navajo language she now knew that could properly describe what that felt like. She looked down at the Roots Fairy, which now looked even smaller than before. “Is it over?” asked Sahkyo before gasping in surprise. Her voice sounded so mature and silky.

“It has indeed,” said the Fairy, “You grew up better than I had expected. You are now truly a Navajo woman in body and mind.”

Sahkyo could not deny that. Her mind was so much more open than it had been before and she knew so many things now. It barely fazed her that she was thinking of herself as ‘Sahkyo’ instead of ‘Shauna’. It sounded a lot more right to her. “I need a mirror,” said Sahkyo.

“Easily done,” said the fairy before a small mirror appeared in front of her.

Sahkyo stared at the beautiful Native American woman in the mirror. She never would have guessed she’d have grown up into such a lovely woman. Her light copper skin was flawless and it went perfectly with her long brown hair. Her jeans were not too tight, but they allowed her to make out the thin curves of her legs. But what was really grabbing her attention was her brown tank top, or more accurately, the generous cleavage it was showing. “Is that really me?” asked Sahkyo.

“Yes, it’s how you’ll look for the rest of your vacation,” said the Roots Fairy, “And no one will notice anything wrong. By the way, you’re staying in a different guest room, you’ll know where it is. You’ll find you know exactly what you’ll need to know if you stop and give it thought. I don’t mean the answers of the universe, but enough to get you through this month.”

“What will happen at the end of the month?” asked Sahkyo.

“I show up, you turn back to your normal age, and you go home with your parents who’ll think you had a fun time if you actually did,” said the Fairy.

“And if I don’t?” asked Sahkyo.

“They’ll remember you having a lousy time. But I’m very certain you won’t,” said the Fairy, “Have a nice summer vacation.” With that, the fairy disappeared. Sahkyo stared at where she had been for a moment before deciding she ought to go back to her room. And she knew where it was now.

Sahkyo was now living in another guest room. Everyone greeted normally, though not the same way as before. It was clear that Sahkyo was still family, just not her parents’ daughter. But she didn’t think about that too hard. This was only going to last until the end of the month anyways. So long as she didn’t something really stupid, she wouldn’t have to worry. Until then, there was so much she could do now.

Part 2
Part 3

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  1. I'm glad this idea is being revisited. It always had a lot of potential for sequels.

    1. Yeah, I originally thought about doing a sequel set on my country, but I never had the time. So I'm glad BLZBub is doing this.