'I'm sure we will be happy here too Peter.'
'I'm sorry mom, I just don't want to go to this new school tomorrow, I don't like being the new guy.'
'There's no other way. Your father left us and we had to move. This is the best I can do.'
Peter went to bed and Sasha, his mother, sat down at the kitchen table for another hour. It were hard times.
When Peter was laid down in his bed he murmured to himself. 'If only I could start over.'
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
What Peter didn't know that there was a little fairy, sitting in his window frame. She listened to what he said and decided to help the poor boy who was utterly alone at his new house in this new city.
She flew across the room towards him and sat down on his pillow. Looking at his dreams she wondered what she could do to help him.
Peter dreamed of a cheerleading team. In his dream, they were the most famous at the whole school and everyone loved them.
Across the field there were some geeks sitting, no one paid attention to those.
Even though, Peter walked over to the geeks and sat down.
The fairy thought about this dream for a while.
Peter wanted to be with nice people, people who accepted him. But to be accepted… It went a lot quicker when you were being cute and beautiful. Skimpy clothing helped to but well, she didn't want Peter to be naked on his first day.
Peter woke up, he stood up and walked over to the mirror. Something was wrong.
When he looked up to his own reflection he saw that instead of his short black hair he now had long waving purple locks.
He shocked first but after a few seconds he became calm again.
'Just one of those weird dreams, nothing to worry about.' He said to himself.
The fairy watched at him from his bed and saw how the boy began to shrink with just the slightest movement of her hand.
She giggled as the boy noticed.
His shoulders started to cave in and his frame became smaller. He pulled up his night shirt and saw that he looked much smaller, much more fragile.
Before the fairy continued she did his face.
Big green eyes appeared instead of normal brown. His eyebrows thinned down and he traced his jaw line as it became more round and feminine. He blushed a little by the look of himself but soon forgot that something weird was going on, it was just a dream, he said to himself.
He giggled too as a tickling feeling came to his neck. His vocal chords had changed and now he sounded much more girly and, he had to admit, very cute.
Hands and arms slimmed down just as his feet and legs did. He looked at the changes, wondering why he had such a weird dream.
The fairy looked over at him and decided to continue with the bigger parts.
There was an audible crack and the boy cursed under his breath. His hipbones had snapped out and he had been given much more wider hips. With that, his butt and thighs started tot grow until they had the proportions of a young woman.
Another big change happened and the boy watched at his pants in horror but there was no way denying, he was now a she.
She moaned softly as the oestrogen started to flood trough her body. Her waist calved and she looked down, down at the hourglass figure she was gaining. The small waistline and the sublte curves looked nicely on her. Nothing too busty but just, nicely.
She moaned again as two small mounds of flesh pushed her shirt forward, there was a great feeling from where the flesh rubbed against the tissue of her shirt which started to fill out nicely. Slowly the bottom-line of her shirt rose to just under her belly button, she gigged and looked at the two bumps that had formed under her shirt. She didn't dare to take it off, afraid of what she would see there.
It didn't help, it was clearly visible trough the shirt, two B-cup breasts had formed on her chest and were now sending pleasurable feelings to her mind. She felt warm all over, not real heat but just a pleasurable warmth.
Petra decided to go to bed, when she saw a fairy at her pillow she knew for sure it was a dream. Slowly she drifted of into new dreams and while she dreamed the fairy learned her everything about being a girl.
She became smart, nice and sweet to other people and in her dreams she was taught how to live her life.
As Petra woke up, the fairy was gone and everything had returned to normal, well… in her eyes.
As if she had done it every day of all her life she got dressed. Panties, bra, shirt and skirt. After that, she put on her new uniform and walked downstairs, her mother had already made pancakes for her first day. She smiled.
'Mom, I think I can handle the new school.' She said with a soft voice.
'Oh that's great sweetheart, I know you'll do great.'
As Petra walked over to her new school there were a group of people who approached her.
'Are you new?'
'Welcome, we're…' A lot of names followed and over the next weeks she would get to know all of them. For now, it was nice to be welcomed in her new life.