To anyone who observed Maggie's apartment, it would seem that an ordinary woman lived there. It was tidy with just a few books and papers in strange places, decorated with vibrant and modern paintings. Set against the stark white walls, the paintings seemed to pop into the world. Her furniture, too, was simple and modern, but was also vibrantly colored. The tables were of colored glass and black metal, giving off an appearance of a Mondrian painting. A three cushion couch sat at the center of the room, dressed in a patterned red and yellow fabric.

But quite easily the strangest sight one might see in Maggie's apartment was Maggie herself, who was currently flitting throughout the kitchen, pulling down pots, pans and various ingredients on a pair of blue pixie wings. Further, she was wrapped in white tights and a pink dress slightly tattered at the fringes. Being a fairy in costume, Maggie had no need for shoes, but instead adorned her ankles with tiny wreaths of blue and pink tissue paper to evoke tiny flowers.

She moved lightly, occasionally hopping, skipping, or spinning about her kitchen, in a manner she believed a fairy would act while cooking. If someone from her work would have seen her in this place, they never would have believed they were watching Maggie, the quiet blond who dutifully parsed reports and accounts in a soulless, undecorated gray cubicle. But it was that very gray cubicle that caused Maggie's inner pixie to appear.

The costumed pixie placed her dinner into the oven, carefully licked the excess sauce from her fingers, and very consciously wiped her hands with a towel. With that, she moved into her living room and spun herself into her large couch to relax and refresh her spirit with a fantasy novel. While reading she would occasionally catch sight of her stocking feet and wiggle her toes in a way that made her smile. As her dinner was half done, Maggie heard the terrifying thunder of her door knocking.

She scrunched in fear for a moment, then slowly got up and sneaked her way across the room to her foyer, as if whoever was on the other side might actually see her through the walls. She came to the door and peeped through her peep hole to see the distorted face of Sam, her boyfriend. The very sight of him tore Maggie in two; one part that wanted so desperately wanted to show Sam her adorable other self and the other that wanted to keep her inner pixie her own secret. But Maggie's wolf was at her door, huffing and puffing, and so she bit her lip and paused with her hand on the doorknob. Before thinking any further, Maggie the Pixie swung her door open and revealed herself to Sam, smiling radiantly with pink-colored lips.

The pair stood across from each other for several seconds, separated by the entryway, Maggie waiting to see how Sam would react, and Sam wondering how to react. The pixie smiled brightly and waved,

"Hi," she said.

"Wow," he said, "Maggie, you look . . ." Sam shook his head as if trying to clear it.

"Yes?" Maggie hopped a few times onto her toes, barely containing her excitement and embarrassment.

". . . Stunning."

Maggie exhaled deeply as she realized her gamble paid itself off, and she held out her hand to pull her boyfriend into her apartment. She led him to the couch and they sat down facing one another.

"So, you just had a fairy costume lying around and decided to wear it?" Maggie smiled and nodded.

"I wore it for Halloween a few years ago, and I've worn it a few times since. Just whenever I feel like I need to relax and enjoy myself."

"But, why a costume?"

The pixie had wondered that many times in the past, and had over time decided upon an answer, "I think it's because in a costume I can be a part of myself that I've either ignored or forgotten or not known about."

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In this gap, which never got written, Sam became kinda judging and psychoanalytical of Maggie, and the two got into a fight. This scene takes place just after he leaves.
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Maggie closed her bedroom door and slid down against it, her eyes closed and she tried desperately to contain her tears. She exhaled a pathetic, half squeaking sound and opened her eyes and saw herself in a mirror, seeing herself as she was. Not a fairy, but a grown and adult woman in pink, blue and white, wearing ridiculous wings, who ridiculously hoped to escape the boring life of humans. And then she felt a prick on her left shoulder. Maggie turned to it, but saw nothing.

A tiny, perky voice spoke in her right ear, "I think you're a fairy." Maggie spun around again, and this time saw a purple-clad pixie in striped tights zipping around just a foot away. She started to talk when the pixie zipped away to the window, which burst open with a gust of air. She stood on the window sill, and Maggie looked at her, not knowing what she was seeing.

"Come on, come on." She piped before jumping out the window. Maggie yelped and ran over to where the pixie had been. She frantically looked around, but saw nothing of the figment. And then the pixie flew back into view, five feet away, hovering in the air. "Well, hurry, before I vanish." The fairy sped away, flying to the square commons near the heart of the apartment complex.

"Oh god." Maggie said before dashing through her apartment. She paused for the barest of moments at her door and looked at herself stockings and wings, but the thought of seeing a real fairy pushed her through the door and down the corridor, then leapt down a flight of stairs. Maggie sprinted into the grassy commons, frightened, perhaps mortified, that she was too late, and that the pixie was gone. She scanned the green, and suddenly noticed a purple flower that she had never seen before. Maggie ran to it, not even feeling her feet touch the ground. She didn't see the fairy, though, but she knelt down to check. And then the fairy appeared, first as a wisp of purple lights, then more solidly.

Maggie clasped her hands over her mouth. "Oh my God. Are you real?" The fairy laughed and dance around her flower.

"I'm as real as you are a fairy."

"But I'm not a fairy." Maggie said, noticing pink and blue flowers sprout from the ground, but never taking her eyes from the pixie.

"I believe you're a fairy."

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to have a little fun." She shrugged, "And to help you, I suppose." Maggie began to reply, but heard someone else walking through the grass. She turned and saw three high school students walking toward her, mouths agape and eyes shockingly wide.

"Look, there's a tiny one, too." Maggie noticed the lone girl wore a Wicca pentagram.

"I suppose it's time for me to go." The fairy said, flying up and spinning around Maggie.

"Wait, please, stay. I have so many questions."

"I'll come back, don't worry." She fluttered over to the group of teens, who kept looking between her and Maggie.

"Whisper," the girl asked, "is that you?"

"You remember!" The pixie cried gleefully. She flew to the girl. "Jessica, meet my friend, Heart. She's a little confused right now. Could you take care of her for me?"

"Of course!" Whisper spun around and faced Maggie.

"Just stay with Jessica, she'll take care of you, Heart." The fairy disappeared, leaving Maggie alone with the students, standing in a grove of blue, purple, and pink flowers, and dressed as a fairy. The flowers began to produce a legion of sparkling lights that circled into the air, spinning around Maggie. She felt warmer, and then noticed that she was steadily coming closer to the ground. Maggie knew, without a doubt in her mind what was happening. She had no idea how or why it was, just that she was being transformed into a fairy.

The shrinking stopped just as the flowers came up to just below Maggie's waist. She looked at each of her shoulders in turn and saw that the straps that held her wings to her back had disappeared, and that if she concentrated enough, Maggie could flap two pairs of gossamer blue wings. She sank down into the flowers and put her hands over her mouth. She had no clue if she has happy, excited, frightened, or something else.

"Heart?" Jessica said, now kneeling to the ground. "Are you OK?"

"I – I don't know." Maggie absently flapped her wings, and then she suddenly stood up and tried to beat her tiny wings as quickly as she could, wanting to feel the wind tussle her hair. But she could not get off the ground. Dismayed, Maggie looked up to the worried face of Jessica and the more perplexed and awed faces of the boys behind her.

"Can you fly?"

Maggie had to dully shake her head, and Jessica slowly reached out her hand toward the fairy. Her eyes pleaded with Maggie, and though she wasn't terribly pleased to do it, she did not enjoy the prospect of finding her way home on her tiny feet, so she tentatively stepped onto the girl's hand, which was nearly as long as Maggie was tall. She nestled into the cup of Jessica's hand, pulling her legs into her chest and wrapping her arms about them.

"Where to, Heart?"

"My apartment, if you would." Maggie had no idea what she was to do there, but felt that it was the best place for her to go. But when the trio of humans got to the apartment, they found the door locked, though Maggie knew she had no time to do as such, and quickly suspected that Whisper had a part in this.

"Um, well, I suppose I could take you to my apartment," Jessica said hopefully, bringing Maggie up to her face. "Unless you have a better place to be." Sam's face quickly flashed in Maggie's mind, but she remembered her boyfriend's reaction to wearing a pixie costume. She didn't want to see how he would react now that she had become a pixie.

So, warily, Maggie nodded and said, "I'll go to your apartment." Jessica lit up and she walked quickly back across the commons to her building.