Jim felt guilty about the accident that he had caused, but he wasn't willing to get into trouble by revealing himself. However, upon thinking that, he stood up and looked down at his body.
"Wait... I don't look like myself right now." He reasoned.
Still, even if he could return to the scene, what good would it do? How would people react to seeing a fairy? What had he expected to do, anyway; was he just going to fly over to the victim and apologize?
Then Jim slapped his forehead and said, "Dummy! Of course I can do something... I'm a fairy!"
"But fairies disappear afterward..." He pondered, not knowing what that would mean for him or any other fairy.
"Despite that, fairies are more than happy to heal someone... The one that healed me was more than eager. Perhaps it's in their nature, or there's some kind of benefit? I mean, there's no shortage of fairies in the games, so maybe they come back... Hmmmm..."
Jim would have thought about it further if the sounds beyond the trees hadn't reminded him of the window of time that was slipping away, barring that it wasn't too late to heal the victim already. So, after a moment of anxious indecision, he decided to take the risk of using his healing power and hope for the best. At the very least he would improve his karma, or just get a game over and continue or something... There was no telling at this point.
And so he zipped away from the fountain, through the trees, and toward the highway. He would have enjoyed his flight if not for his focus being on his objective. Soon he arrived upon the scene, but he didn't really pay attention to all that was around him as he searched for the person that needed to be healed (if they were still alive).
He found them on a gurney, which the paramedics were raising and about to move to the ambulance. Not wanting to be shut out of the ambulance, he acted quickly by rocketing toward the injured man, where he surprised the paramedics into immobility. He then closed his eyes, focused his power, did his best to ignore the ruckus that he had caused around him, and hoped that he wouldn't regret his decision to heal someone...
At first he had felt vertigo as his environment had faded to nothingness; the highway, people, and sounds all disappeared. He was afraid that he had died, but he couldn't feel himself become scared. Instead, much to his surprise and bewilderment, he began to feel relaxed and... pleasant.
The feeling persisted for an untold time, making him feel warm and aware of his diminutive body, before the sensations began to change, becoming sensual and arousing. He wanted to move, to touch his body, but he could not; instead, he seemed to be at the mercy of some invisible force, warm and airy, that flowed around him, caressing his female flesh. He knew that his mouth was open, that he was moaning, but he did not hear so much as a whisper from himself.
And then he felt hot and electric as the warm, airy caresses became an invading energy with the force of a volcano. Pleasure burbled up and frothed in and then out in an powerful explosion, making his whole body writhe around in ecstasy. His pelvic region throbbed with abandon, and within he felt an alien sense of fullness, and of completeness. His heart thrummed wildly in his chest, and his breasts danced to its beat, swaying this way and that, conveying their own brand of pleasure.
He had no idea how long he had been in that state of bliss, but he did know that he was now staring up at his bedroom ceiling, from his bed. He continued to stare unthinkingly for a while, as the echoes of his experience didn't rapport with his now-male body.
Finally, he wondered, "Was that all just a dream?"
He thought about it, instinctively focused on something, and soon he was a diminutive fairy. He laid there in that form for a time before he changed back, sat up, and shook his head.
"No wonder the fairies are so helpful. I mean, damn..." He thought to himself.
He looked over at his alarm clock and saw that it was now well into the evening hours. Trying to think of any prior arrangements escaped him, so he got up, went to his living room, and turned on the television. He figured that he'd remember sooner or later.
As soon as he settled into his chair he was greeted by a news broadcast about the accident that he had unwittingly caused earlier in the day. He picked up the remote and raised the volume so he could hear it, his interest piqued, and soon found out that they had seen him and the man had made a miraculous recovery. They didn't know who or what he was, other than a few guesses at the moment, but people seemed to have a good opinion despite being weirded out a bit.
He eased back into his chair a bit more, glad that he had saved the man's life, but left wondering about what he was going to do next. Something strange was going on, but why, and for what purpose? And what was his role in all of this?
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