"I'm an adult. You need help. I am going to help you."

She looked at him, then suddenly smiled.

"I'm Daisy, who are you?" she said.

"I am Andre" he said in a friendly tone of voice. Now he was getting somewhere.

Daisy took some of the wildflowers out of her hair, and held them in her hand.

"Andre, can I put some flowers in your hair?" she said.

Hey, if it got her on his side, then it would be worth it. Now she was acting like the silly little helpless girl that she was. No more pretending to be brave.

"Sure Daisy."

He crouched down, and let her weave them into his hair. When she was done, he went to stand up, but found that his legs were locked in place.

"You think that just because someone looks like me, that they are completely helpless? You think that based on only my looks I am weak? You think that because you are a *man* you can tell me what to do?"

"No, it's just that you're a girl and..."

"I am tired of being told 'you are just a girl'! I may look like a girl to you, but I am actually thousands of years old. I am from a race that came from over the great seas before your kind ever settled here. We look like waifs or children to you, but you mortals do not realize what we are!"

"Then what are you?" he said, frightened that his paralysis had moved up to his arms now.

"Some have called us 'elves' or 'fairies'. There are other words in other cultures, but don't you find it strange that almost every culture speaks of us little people with powers, but nobody believes that we exist?"

"So you..."

"So I am not just a girl. I know more than you will even know, even if *you* lived a thousand years. And not only have you angered me, but you have killed my flowers. We have great powers, those of us who still inhabit this earth. And you are about to learn some of them."

"What are you going to do to me?" said Andre, with a nervous high pitched voice.

"I have already done it" she said.

Andre looked at Daisy, who was looking right into his eyes, only a few inches away.

"Stand up" she said.

Andre tried to, but nothing happened.

"Oh I'm sorry" she said, "you *are* standing up."

Andre realized that this was true. He was staring her in the eye, and he *was* standing up. He was her size now.

"My, what pretty hair you have" she said.

"Pretty hair? Me?" he said. He reached up to touch his head, and found that it was now covered with long golden hair. It was wavy and wild, full and thick. How could this be?

"We can fix that wild hair with a few ribbons" she said, braiding it up, and putting in red ribbons. Andre wondered what had happened to the wildflowers she had placed there before.

"My, what a pretty face you have" she said.

"I don't have a pretty face!" said Andre. Daisy shook her head, and led him by the hand to the brook, which was gurgling with rushing water through the woods. In a still pool near the banks, Andre looked down. His eyes opened wide when he saw that he looked like Daisy's sister now, with the face of a pretty young girl.

"And what a pretty dress you are wearing" she said. It was only then that Andre noticed that he was wearing a white dress with lacy edges and pretty embroidery. He looked completely like a little girl.

Look like a girl? Impossible! But he looked in the book again, and it was impossible to tell that it was really him in the reflection.

"Andre thought, if I look like a girl...."

Instinctively his hand reached down between his legs. He felt nothing there. Nothing there at all.

"That's not ladylike!" scolded Daisy. "For that, you get punished."

"Punished?" said Andre, "how?"

"Like this" she said, waving her arms wide open, then towards him. Andre tingled all over, then looked up at her.

"What's your name?" asked Daisy.

"I'm Andrea" was the reply from the person previously known as Andre.

"That's a pretty name, for a pretty girl" said Daisy.

"Thank you!" replied Andrea.

Andrea took Daisy's hand, and they skipped off together through the woods.

* * *

After helping Daisy tend to some of her flowers, Andrea started to sneeze from all the pollen. She wiped her nose on her sleeve.

"That is not very ladylike, and you must be punished!" scolded Daisy. She waved her arms, and pointed at Andrea, who suddenly got a strange look on her face.

"What's wrong?" asked Daisy.

"Oh, its just that I wish I was older. I can't wait until I get my boobs like the big girls have, and I can do what the big girls get to do, like staying up late, and going out on dates."

"But you're just a little girl!" said Daisy. "You can't do those things!"

"But I want to!" said Andrea, who started to cry. "Its not fair! Why do I have to be a little girl? I want to be a woman!"

Daisy had to console her, to keep her from crying.

"There there, you'll grow up to be a big girl some day" she said.

Daisy took Andrea to her house, which was underground. You had to go through the trunk of a tree to get inside, but once there you would never suspect that you were underground. It was like a wonderful home, but it was hidden from unwanted intruders.

Andrea took a hot bath, put on a flannel nightie, and sat around the fire with Daisy who told her old stories, fairy tales of princesses and enchanted animals.

Andrea longed to be a princess who was rescued from her high tower by a handsome prince. She imagined being kissed by the prince as she fell asleep.

"I put a spell on you" intoned Daisy. "When you wake up, you will again remember who you are. But you are unable to tell anyone! And you will remember who I am, but you are unable to tell a soul! If you return to this spot in two years and two days, at noon, and I will consider setting things back to how they were, if you have learned your lesson!"

Andrea slept, unaware of the magic working on her...

* * *

"Look, it's a little girl!" said the teenager, pointing to the blanket in the clearing where the golden haired child slept.

"Alone in the woods! Where's her parents?" said the mother, racing over.

"Look at her hair mom, she's a mess. She must have been here for some time."

"Little girl! Little girl! Wake up!" said the mother.

Andrea woke up. The events of the past day flooded back to her memory. Daisy the fairy had transformed her into a little girl! And she had lived one day with all of her thoughts being childlike and girlish.

Now she knew who she was, and where she was. But when she went to tell the kindly lady who had found her about the evil fairy, what came out of her mouth was different.

"Hello, I'm Andrea!" she said. "I'm so glad you found me. I've been lost out here for days!"

"You couldn't have been here for days. You're just a girl! Now where's your mom and dad Andrea?" asked the lady.

"I don't know" said Andrea, who suddenly was overwhelmed and started crying. She found that when she tried to talk about herself or Daisy, then the girlish thoughts would fill her head, and she had no control.

"Please take me away from here" she said, of her own free will. She vowed to talk about herself and Daisy as little as possible. She hated how it felt when she couldn't even control the thoughts in her head. And to have the thoughts of a young girl in a mind that had been male for almost thirty years was too much to take!

* * *

The next few days were so frustrating to Andrea. First of all, she was really Andre, trapped in the body of a girl. He had grown up as a boy, so he was completely unprepared for being a girl. As a girl, women wanted to dress her up in pretty clothes. Other girls wanted to play with her, doing girly things. Boys though she was yucky, and didn't want anything to do with her. And all adults dismissed her right away as not knowing anything.

"You're just a little girl" they'd say if Andrea ever suggested anything. As if she didn't know anything at all! She had 30 years of life experience, and realized that she knew more about things than most of the adults she was around. But it didn't matter; no adult (particularly a man) is willing to take advice from a child. And especially a girl.

So Andrea quickly learned it was best to just keep quiet, and 'act her age'. Otherwise, the adults just got upset with her.

A couple of times Andrea made the mistake of trying to tell someone about Daisy, or about what had happened to her. It was a mistake, because just like hitting a light switch, her head would suddenly fill with girlish thoughts, like the light that floods a room when the switch is thrown.

Andrea couldn't tell, but it seemed that each time her thoughts were ripped away, and replaced with those more appropriate to a girl her age, it seemed to take longer to get back to being herself. She wondered if *both* set of thoughts were always going on in her head, but only one of them was in control at a given time.

And it seemed that when the silly girlish thoughts had been in her mind, that something subtle within her was changed just a little bit. Like the way that she now accepted being a girl, referring to herself as 'she' or 'her'. She knew that she was really supposed to be a man, but she also accepted who she was, for now.

When no parents were found in the woods, and there were no reports of a missing child fitting her description, the authorities decided to put Andrea in a foster home. Fortunately for her, the nice family which had found her in the first place applied for custodianship, and they were granted temporary custody.

"A wise man called a judge will decide where you're going to live" said Sharon, the mother.

"Until then, you're going to stay with us" said Daniel, the father.

There were also two young children, a boy and a girl. Paula was the same age as Andrea, and Annie was two years older.

The good part was that Andrea had a nice place to stay, and was provided with all of the essentials of life: shelter, good food, safety, warmth, and even clothes. Although the clothes they gave her were appropriate for a young girl, she just couldn't quite get used to having to wear a dress, or having long pretty hair.

It was a second childhood for Andrea, but she really wanted to do all of the things she had as a little boy. But she was forced to play with Annie and Paula. They wanted to play house, play with dolls, play school teacher to the stuffed animals, and all sorts of games which were boring for Andrea.

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