John sat in the basement, football on the TV, 4chan on his laptop. The game was pretty much a blowout, so he wasn't really paying attention. He was, however, greatly interested in the adult gifs (although 90% of the entries were webms) page he was on. There were a few threads that were catching his eye, girls playing with their asses, deep throat, but he wasn't super invested in any of them. He was ready to refresh the page and see what new things had been posted, but the basement door opened. Maybe someone is just throwing laundry downstairs. That thought went out the window when he heard the unmistakable footfalls of his Mom coming down the stairs.
John quickly hid the 4chan tab and opened up his fantasy football roster page, as his Mother reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey John, how's the game?" She asked.
"A blowout, I'm going between games now." John responded.
"A good blowout or...?" She wondered, as she entered the laundry room.
"Yes, a good blowout." John stated, slightly louder so she would hear him.
He listened to her pull the dry laundry out of the dryer, move the wet laundry into the dryer, and put a fresh load into the washing machine. He was tempted to open the 4chan window again, but opted not to as he wasn't sure what would be on the front page now. Eventually she went back upstairs after briefly talking about what they would be doing for dinner. Finally, upon hearing the door close, John brought his 4chan window back up and refreshed the page.
He barely had to scroll down the page before one thread aroused his interest, among other things. The title read "Sissy Hypno gifs". John didn't know what Sissy meant, but he could not tear his eyes away from the bimbo looking woman in the thumbnail. Hardly conscious of his movement, John moved the cursor to open the thread. Just as the page loaded, there was a sudden pop and a cloud of pink smoke directly next to John on the couch.
John was startled, tossed his laptop to the side, and leapt off the couch. He was several feet from the couch before he turned around. There, directly next to where he was sitting, was a blonde bombshell. Her hair was almost white it was so blonde, her green eyes were a stark contrast to her tanned face, her slender nose led down to full lips which were covered in a bright, glossy pink lipstick. She was wearing a tight, Lycra romper, in the same shade of pink as her lips, its plunging neckline revealing an incredible amount of cleavage. John let his gaze linger on her cleavage before trailing downward. Her long toned legs ended in a pair of 6 inch, pump heels.
"Like what you see John?" She said.
"Yes!" He replied.
"Mmm...I bet you do, but maybe not in the way you realize. Seems like you've got something on your mind." She stated.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, just a few. Where'd you come from? Who are you? and how do you know my name?" John replied.
"Well first off my name is Crystal and I come from a realm of sexual perversion, the name doesn't translate well to human tongues. As far as your name, I know everything about you, even somethings you don't know about yourself. I've been watching you for your whole life." Crystal said.
"My whole life?" John wondered.
"That's right. I'm your Guardian Fairy!"
"Don't you mean, Guardian Angel?"
"Ha...no, I'm definitely not an angel. Definitely a fairy!" Crystal remarked, while crossing her legs the other way. John stole a glance at her crotch, in the brief instance he knew something was off about her crotch, but he couldn't tell what.
"Okay, so you're my guardian fairy, why are you here now?" John inquired.
"Because you have unknowingly reached a pivotal split in your destiny." Crystal said. "I'm hear to show you both sides of your potential fate. When I'm finished you will have to choose where your life will go from here. Are you ready?
Crystal stood up, with her heels she was slightly taller than John, and he tried to stand a little taller, but it did him no good.