You find Sandra's spare room decorated for a young girl. It is set up with matching furniture in pink and white. A bed with a bright floral bedspread, shelves full of dolls and teddy-bears and a small desk with a mirror. On the desk sits the source of the strange light, a small nightlight.
Out of place, but strangely matching the rest of the furniture is what appears to be a baby's changing table, except much larger.
"Whose room is this?" you ask, turning on the ceiling light and looking around.
"I...um" she tries to think of a lie but then admits. "It was going to be yours."
"I don't think I understand." you say.
"I'm a fairy." she says the only thing that could make less sense than her last statement.
"Now I'm sure I don't understand." you say.
"When a fairy wants a baby they have sex with a human male." she explains. "But they don't get pregnant like a human female, instead the man becomes a baby fairy."
"This isn't a baby's room." you say. "Well except for the changing table."
"A baby fairy looks like a normal little girl, about 10 years old." she continues. "They still have their personality and all of the memories of their old life but they are incontinent."
"So you were going to have sex with me in order to turn me into a 10-year-old girl who needs diapers?" you sum up her explanation.
"Yes." she says. "But I guess that's not going to happen now."
"If you didn't want to have sex you could have just told me." you say. "You didn't have to make up this ridiculous story."
"I'm telling the truth." she insists. "I really am a fairy."
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