Quarantine Fairy: Relieving A Burden

Harold was old. And because he was old, he felt completely useless and in many ways, was. His wife was long passed, his children were gone, taken by Covid, and the same disease that he had barely survived had left him extraordinarily weak and incapable of living on his own. He had been left in such a state that Harold now could barely speak, he couldn't walk without assistance or even do something as difnified as taking a bath or even using the toilet! And it had left him rather compromised; Harold's immune system was now so ravaged that he was essentially stuck indoors for the rest of his life. It was no way to live, and the quality of his life had gone down significantly. As had the lives of his caretakers.

Harold lived with his adult grandson, Jake, and his wife Emily. Jake loved his grandpa and Emily loved Jake, so the two had converted their home largely into a senior living area that was safe for Harold to be in. They'd sacrifice their master bedroom in order to convert it into a room large enough to fit all of the medical equipment the old man now needed, as well as convert a portion of it into a small bathroom just for him. And they bathed him, they helped clean his butt when he defecated, they ate what he had to eat and watch what he wanted to watch. Jake, and by extension Emily, had given up a lot to make sure Harold stayed out of a nursing home and enjoyed SOME quality of life rather than rotting away with subpar care. But Harold knew it was putting a strain on their marriage. He knew they were beginning to argue, that Emily was beginning to feel like a mom without all the benefits of one, especially since Jake had started the second job to help pay for Harold's care fees. Emily was the one doing the cleaning, the cooking, the housekeeping and, of course, taking care of Harold. Her  rich brown hair was already showing pre-mature streaks of gray.

So Harold had had enough of being a burden. By God, he was going to start doing things for himself again! No more rotting away! And that meant walking to his bathroom on his own! The old man heaved and gasped as he shuffled from his recliner that had taken him ten minutes to get out of. Each slow step was angony on his creaky ankles and the bone on bone grinding in his hips. His knees threatened to buckle with every step, and he nearly fell when he reached the threshold of the bathroom, barely managing to grab the door frame and collapse against it, his chest heavy from the exertion. He was almost there! Harold took a slow, shaking step and winced at how hard the tile floor of the bathroom felt on his ragged feet. But he took another step, and then another, leaning on the sink for support as he lowered himself down onto the portable toilet that he, unfortunately, had to use. He couldn't make it to the regular toilet and even if he had, there was no way for him to easily get back up again just to wipe himself (if he managed to get that far). Harold's wrinkly butt lowered intself onto the hard plastic seat and he slowly slid his underwear down until finally he was ready. With a grunt and a groan, Harold relieved himself, his nose wrinkling at the smell.

But here was the newest problem. Harold found that, even with the portable toilet sitting up higher, her couldn't get himself to stand! He was stuck! And without being able to yell for Emily due to his ravaged voice...He was going to be there for quite some time! He cursed his foolishness, thinking he could try moving around like things, like he hadn't changed. It seemed as if all he'd tried to do to not be a burden had just caused him to be more of one.

"I just wish I wasn't a burden to anyone anymore" Harold rasped, his voice borken and little more than a whisper. He hated this. He hated himself. If only he wasn't so...useless and old!

Of course, the old man never saw the small fairy creature sitting on top of the bathroom door, a very sad look on it's feminine face as it truly felt sorry for the old man. But he'd made a wish so...Perhaps the fairy could swing it enough...It snapped it's fingers and released the magic right as Harold's head swam from the exertion and the old man blacked out. Harold never knew what happened, just that his body had given out.One of the last thoughts he had before the dizziness took him was that maybe this was it. Maybe he'd die and stop being nothing but a useless old man...

"Heather! Lunch is ready!" Emily's voice, full of energy and life, cut through Harold's unconscious mind. His eyes fluttered open and immediately squeezed tight again from the bright light that now filled the bathroom.

"Shit..." He muttered, and then his eyes, despite the new brightness of the room, snapped open. That wasn't his voice! Harold looked down to see that he was...he was a woman! Two breasts pushed through clothes he had most certainly NOT been wearing just a minute ago! And that...void between his legs! And was that HAIR!? Harold gazed at his new small hands in amazement and soon began to touch his re-sculpted face; feeling puffy lips, smooth skin un-touched by time, the lack of jowls...before his hands slid downward. Breasts! Even through the soft fabric of his new top they felt soft and squeezable, causing a jolt to run from the gap between his legs and up his spine.

"I'm...I'm a woman!" Harold gasped again, before realizing that he was no longer sitting on a portable toilet, but a real one. His...panties were down, with a short pair of cut-off shorts around small feet. His legs were no longer bony and pallid; they were now strong and had a healthy tan! Not to mention hairless and even from this angle, appeared longer than they should have been. Slowly, Harold pulled himself upwards, bracing himself for pain...That never came. Instead his new youthful muscles lifted his body right up! And then he was directly in the large mirror that dominated the wall of the obviously changed bathroom. He was...gorgeous! He looked nothing like his old self! His face mirrored Emily's though the jawline and nose were obviously from Jake, and blonde hair was just cascading down past his slim shoulders! His breasts jiggled slightly with the movement, and Harold couldn't help but turn to check out the curve of his new rear end, now full of womanly fat.

"Heather?" Emily's voice called out again, this time with a hint of concern.

"Uh...I'm, uh, coming!" Harold shouted back, his new voice even pleasant to hear at the higher volume. He'd have to put aside any deeper exploration for later, and with the first smile he'd cracked in months parting his lips and revealing perfect white teeht, Harold slipped his panties and shorts up before gingerly stepping out of the bathroom and into a room that was just as drastically altered as it had been. The master bedroom of the house was now much smaller, but it was no longer filled with medical machines. Instead it was lightly painted pink with white trim! The machines had been replaced with dressers, a huge bed, a computer...And a makeup counter that sat beneath another large mirror. An army of stuffed animals sat scattered around the room, and psters of young male actors, movies, weird Asian style art hung as posters on the wall!

"Well come on! It's getting cold!" Emily called again.

But Harold didn't respond. The former old man simply wandered around the changed bedroom in awe, and loving the pain-free existence he'd fond himself in. How had this happen? Was he...dead? Was he in a coma?

"I suppose it doesn't matter...This feels SO good!" He giggled to himself, which turned into a gasp as he spotted the picture on the bedside table. There, between the loving arms of Jake and MEily, was his new self. Was he...Was this 'Heather' his grandson's daughter? Was Emily his new mom? Whatever had changed things so drastically had missed nothing in it's totally change of reality. He was a sixteen year old girl, a daughter! It should have scared him but feeling so good outweighed anything else.

"Heather, I'm not going to tell you again! Come eat lunch!" Emily's voice, now tinged with annoyance, called once more.

"Okay mom, coming!" Harold...Heather called back, and hurried for the bedroom door. Whatever had done this, if he was dead or what, Heather was going to enjoy no longer being old, and most importantly, no longer being a burden to anyone, not even himself!

The fairy smiled to itself as it moved on to a new home. With Covid now gone, it was hoping to find more people like Harold, and give them better lives!