This story is a Winxified version of my all time favourite "teen novel", Uglies by Scott Westerfeld, (anyone who hasn't read it I would very much recommend it, especially if you liked the Hunger Games. They share some similar themes).

I do not own Winx Club, and I do not own Uglies. They belong to their respected owners.

-Summary: When a teen turns 17 they undergo an operation to turn them into a fairy and make them drop-dead gorgeous. What harm could come from a world separated from the young ugly people, and the beautiful older people? It's time for one girl to realize that her society isn't as "pretty" as it claimed to be.

~Pixies~

Chapter 1: Ugly Outsider

She wasn't supposed to be here for another month. In fact, if she was caught she knew for sure they would...well she didn't know what they would do to her. She left her interface belly ring purposely on her bedside table back at Alfea. This was way worse of a penalty then not wearing her interface ring, skipping classes at Alfea, or sneaking off into the woods for some fun. Sneaking out into Magix however was serious business.

It was common to find her without her interface ring. Everyone had one identical to hers; a silvery ring with a bright red flashing gem in the middle that served as the computers mainframe for the tiny circuitry concealed in the tiny ring. It only served a real purpose if she wanted to communicate with her wall-screen computer back at her dorm, call a hover car to pick her up, make the hover cars on the city grid realize she was standing in front of her and not run her over like road kill, or if she wanted to send messages to any of her friends that hadn't already moved into Magix. However, she had no friends left. So, unless she wanted the wardens to track her exact position, then it was going to stay in her bedside table.

She was sure the wardens would have her head if they found out how she got to the outskirts of Magix anyway. This was actually the farthest she has even gone, even when Stella was still around and when they used to spy on the fairies together for fun. It wasn't like she could pull off the, 'I'm not from around this area so I didn't know I was supposed to be here' move. No, to get here she had to hack into the ID scanner at the gate that blocked the beautiful pretty world from the ugly outskirts and ignore the signs that flashed vibrantly along the fences reading, "Fairies only," "No Pixies," or "Pretties, not Uglies." It was painfully obvious; she was an ugly outsider.

She poked her head out of the dense weeds and shrubbery and let the illuminating light from the night lit city shine on her face just barely. She noticed a couple of Enchantix fairies brush their way past joyfully and she ducked back into the shrubs and hid, but kept her eye on them. Seeing them made the magenta haired girl wish to be one of them even more. The Enchantix Fairies were known to all have long flowing hair, and perfectly symmetrical faces with their skinny forms, big eyes, and full lips. Most importantly, they were known to sprout huge wings and use magical powers if an emergency were to come up. Even Tecna knew they only sprouted their wings to show off and only used their powers to playfully attack each other; nothing dangerous ever happened in Magix. The only danger they would be concerned about would be an ugly outsider like herself sneaking around on their territory.

A couple of drunken guys walked past her, completely unaware of her presence. That was the thing about Magix; if you were a girl you became a fairy, and if you were a guy you got bulky muscles and the choice to either wield a sword, or get powers like a mage. The only difference between a mage and the guys in Magix is that they had a better taste in fashion sense. If you didn't, you were a fashion missing air-head. Tecna felt being called an air-head would be much better than being called an ugly pixie.

She gently caressed her cheeks; felt every bump, pimple, and imperfection scattered along it. Then she moved her fingers to the arch of her nose, to feel how wide it was; ugly in society's eyes, even uglier in her eyes. The only thing she hated more about her nose was her frizzy purple hair. It failed to grow more than a couple inches and living in Alfea dorms; there was nowhere to go get it re-dyed a different colour. That was another thing that would make her stand out like a sore thumb if she moved out onto the streets; no girl in Magix would be seen with short, purple vibrant hair like this.

She took a deep breath and looked out onto the streets to look for a diversion; something to give her a few moments to run for her life towards Solaria Mansion. Then out of the corner of her eye; she saw fire. Coming down the street was a parade; a very different parade then Tecna expected. Everyone was marching down beating tribal-warrior drums, shooting safety magic spells from their hands cheerfully, and doing tribal shouts at the crowds. Most importantly to Tecna was what they were wearing; long black robes with hoods and black feathered masks covering their faces. Each of them was carrying a fake light sword if they were a guy and a pair of fake black wings for girls. Tecna could tell by their costumes that they resembled the stupid Dark Days of the Warriors that nearly destroyed the entire world. She could tell this was all a gag to prove how stupid war was back then between cities. Tecna at least appreciated that there hasn't been a war or global conflict since then. She had to admit; the world was a very tranquil place when no one ever argued.

Finally after the parade went through and the street became deserted; Tecna noticed that they were threw the same robes, masks, and wings that they were wearing out into the crowds to join in their cult fun. The costumes now littered the streets. She rushed and grabbed a robe, set of wings, and mask and ran back into the bush to change. The robe magically fitted to her body shape, and so did the mask as it softly caressed her skin and melded to her face. She was already a nobody entering the city, and now Tecna was entering the city as a concealed nobody.

She finally stepped out fully in the blinding light and didn't hesitate but ran as fast as she could in the direction the parade went. She was on a mission; and that was to see her best friend again. The only message Stella managed to send her after her operation was that she was moved into Solaria Mansion on the far side of town along the river that encircled the entire city of Magix She wasn't sure why she didn't just take the river and went that way; but there was no turning back now. It was going to be a dangerous journey; she was already getting strange looks from passing Pretties, and some even managed to laugh at her odd apparel. She kept pushing herself past the stares and glances and just kept Stella in her mind. She had to know if she was okay.

Tecna could remember just how Stella looked all her life; a pudgy girl with less-than-stellar dirty blonde hair with a millions upon millions of split ends. The two of them always joked about how she made the uniforms they wore at Alfea look twice as worse because she was wearing it. She wished she could get one more day with Stella being the two ugly pixies they used to be. Tecna could just remember how they snuck out to spy on the fairies; laugh at how stupid they talked and how ridiculous some of them dressed.

"Look at that one Frizzy," she imagined Stella talking to her in her head as she spotted a guy with an aqua blue Mohawk and a black leather jacket. She couldn't hold in her laugher as she imagined Stella calling her by her "ugly nickname". That was the thing about living at Alfea dorms; name-calling was typical and was widely accepted to do. It made everyone feel better about the way they looked.

"Thanks Pudge," she pretended that Stella was still with her. She chuckled at her ugly nickname for her, but she knew she wouldn't be able to call her it again. She knew Stella was going to be absolutely gorgeous and above all, skinny.

She could see the mansion coming up ahead of her, with its tall spires reaching towards the sky, and carefully crafted stone to create the building's exterior. On top of that, the exterior was lit up by fake flame torches to give it more of a mysterious feel. Everyone entering the mansion was dressed in formal black or white dresses and suits, "Great...I'm going to stick out," she mumbled to herself as she climbed the steps heading up to the mansion. The outside party crowd paid no attention to her; she was camouflaged by the pitch black night sky and the dim lights. She watched as a group of partiers were screaming and hollering from the top of the roof. She focused on one girl who was standing too close to the edge. Suddenly, she her foot slipped and her silhouette fell off the building.

Tecna gasped and watched her scream hysterically as she plummeted to the ground, but suddenly jolted straight back up into the air, and back down again, "Bungee jackets..." Tecna huffed under her breath as she felt fooled; thinking a pretty girl like that would ever be in any real danger. She couldn't help but wonder why they would need bungee jackets in a world where they had a pair of wings to fly them to the ground. But she guessed it was only a safety precaution; just like they were a safety precaution in her dorm in case of accidental fire. She shook off the thought of a poor fairy too stupid enough to remember she could fly herself to safety and burning to death in the mansion.

She was going to make a mental note of that when she got the operation: Never burn to death in a building when you have a set of wings. She would never be that stupid when she turned.

Finally she managed to bring herself cautiously through the doors of Solaria Mansion. It was overcrowded with people all dressed in fancy gowns and suits. Everything about this party spelt out "white-tie". Well, this was going to make finding Stella that much harder. She didn't know where to start searching; the mansion was at least 7 stories high, and that wasn't counting the balconies and gardens. Maybe she should start searching outside.

Tecna pushed her way through the drunken fairies as they hollered behind her laughing and saying things like, "You have the wrong party! This is white-tie only!" or "Look how ridiculous she's dressed!" She ignored their comments and rushed up a few flights of stairs to get away from them. She didn't want to risk having her cover blown; it'd be an absolute disaster. Unfortunately the determined fairies began following her up the stairs. She could hear their heels clinking on the marble steps and yelling, "Come back here and show yourself!" Nope, there was no way that was going to happen.

Her running shoes were much more helpful than she ever dreamed and she was able to leap up the flights of stairs 2-3 steps at a time. Unlike the poor girls who tried to give her chase, kept tripping over their gowns and heels. She could tell by the way their voices became fainter and fainter that they were exhausted. Tecna wondered if they even remembered that they had a pair of majestic wings at their disposal. She couldn't believe how illogical some people could be. She knew she would never wind up like that.

Finally she managed to run up 4 flights of stairs and stumbled into a seemingly empty hallway. Everything about the hall gleamed magnificence and pure elegance. Along one side of the hall lined closed doors, and the other side lined a huge window that overlooked Magix. The floors gleamed dazzling silver and the walls were lined with the same material. Tecna knew if she had her interface ring then she could communicate with the mansion and it would tell her exactly where to locate Stella. Of course her ring would also tell the wardens that she was in her forbidden zone. So, she was going to have to search the old fashion way.

She began slowly making her way down the hall and finally out of the vast emptiness of the hall; she heard the annoying fairies that gave her slight chase earlier almost near the top of the stairs, "I think she's up here!" One of them managed to shout at the others.

"Crap," Tecna sighed under her breath and dashed into the closest door to where she was standing. Thankfully it was already unlocked and she crashed right into the room. She slammed the door so quickly behind her that her hood managed to fall off of head, leaving her exposed. She sighed happily as she finally felt safe. She fell to the ground and clenched her knees to her chest, she felt tears rolling down her face, "It was a mistake to come here."

"Frizzy...Is that you?" she heard a figure stood over her as she sat there. It was painfully obvious who she just stumbled upon because only she would ever call her that. She finally looked up from her sitting position to find Stella looking down at her; as beautiful and skinny as ever.

It feels so good to finally write out my favourite book of all time with the characters from Winx Club. Of course, in the real novel Uglies, I would like to point out the character Stella portrays is originally a guy, and there are actually no fairies or magic in Scott's novel. A Winx Club fanfiction isn't the same without the magic though, and I felt it made the story more of my own and not a direct copy of Scott's novel.