Dellete Fate Cameriera – Chapter 7: Day One - Mitsy

I have a crush on Bloom.

I don't know how to tell anybody, particularly since I know I'll be made fun of, and to be honest, this is my subconscious talking. My real self would deny my feelings big time. I still remember when I told her I would marry her. Bloom is exotic, beautiful, everything I'm not, something I'm jealous of, but in reality, I'm also crushing on. Maybe she didn't promise we would marry until I bugged her, but she did say yes.

I tried getting myself a boyfriend, but the kisses felt all wrong, not to mention the fact, even though I wanted one to take my virginity so I could loose it, and not think about Bloom anymore, I couldn't. That day, I felt like I was going to loose her, and reality hit, my subconscious coming through, and me finally admitting how I felt, at least to myself.

~o0o~

Mitsy worried her lip, standing there outside of the flower shop. She had a dream the night before, about a blond haired fairy in orange clothing, one she'd forgotten, but something that set a fire in her belly before she woke up having dreamed of Bloom. The dream was nice, of Bloom coming to the seaside with her, in a nice blue bikini with straps that Mitsy found herself untying, and getting to put suntan lotion on.

Now she stood out there, thinking about becoming a secret admirer to a girl she'd bullied since she was four, and everyone had teased them about the marriage pact, something she said she'd been dared to do, which everyone believed because she had a way of becoming popular, due to how rich she was. Bloom of course had to show up then, and she found herself looking at Bloom, staring at the midrift, glad a blush wasn't visible on her face, that or Bloom was to oblivious. "You know, the only good thing about you and your family is the fact I know where to go and get flowers from, or to have guys get me flowers from."

In a way, it was a hint to Bloom, a sudden begging for the girl to send her flowers, despite the fact she knew Bloom would never return her feelings. The words she got instead stung. "What, you aren't trying to send yourself flowers so that people will believe you have a boyfriend?"

The words hurt, deep down in Mitsy's belly, and she felt like crying, but also kissing Bloom in front of everyone right there, holding back due to how embarrassing her crush was, not willing yet to come out of the closet. "Seriously, you need to get a major clue Bloom." Mitsy's nose wrinkled up. "Yeah, like get the fact I like you girl."

"If this is a jibe at how I don't have any style, I am able to take my hand me downs and turn them into something new."

"Actually, you have the most awesome style. I'd give everything to have you exclusively mine, making all my…"

Mitsy's thoughts were broken away. "What, are you jealous of that, Mitsy?"

"Sort of. More of wanting an exclusive Bloom design." Mitsy was mad Bloom didn't get it. "Not… especially. You really are a spaz Bloom, and will never get it."

"Well, I'm off to the park."

It was then that she stepped in, heading over to Bloom's mom. The woman raised an eyebrow. "You've realized, haven't you."

"Don't know what you're talking about."

"You do know." The woman frowned. "She won't reciprocate, but you're fine in trying."

"You'd…" A blush spread across her face. "You'd actually keep my secret?"

"Consider it client confidentiality. I've got to have it, even though I'm the only flower person here."

She ordered the flowers, nervous about taking the next step, not yet ready to confess, but knowing the flowers would get delivered. She got home, and waited for Bloom to return, only seeing the blond haired girl with her, her stomach lurching, thinking Bloom had suddenly gotten herself a girlfriend. However, she knew Bloom swung the other way. She decided to confront Bloom, about the secret girlfriend, her jealousy getting the better of her. She stormed upstairs, pissed off, Bloom's mother giving her a pitying look.

"Bloom, who is this girl?" The jealousy hit hard, setting in her chest and her cheeks. This girl was definitely prettier than her, and would make Bloom happier. The feeling in her chest was terrible."

"Girl? She's, uh… my cousin. My mom's niece."

She knew Bloom was lying. "Are you lying?"

The pain grew worse at hearing Stella's lilting voice. "Of course she's not lying."

Her attention drew to Stella, noticing the outfit, which looked like some kind of princess outfit. "What's with that outlandish outfit, or… what is that thing."

"That thing? Oh…"

"That's a Fairie bond, what we call a Neopet. They have their own powers which they use for… oops."

"You're lying." Mitsy's world was coming crashing down, and she couldn't look Bloom in the eye, knowing how pretty she found those icy blue eyes. She didn't want Bloom to know.

"About the Faierie stuff?"

"Oh, I actually believe that. You were always... different. That you two are cousins. She... she..."

A blast hit her, and she felt herself shrink. The outfit began to slide off her shoulders, and she felt herself shrinking to the ground. First she was at Bloom's shoulder, then her hip, one shoulder slipping off, and the lower part falling only for Mitsy to grab on. She continued shrinking though, and found herself buried in her clothing. She was now naked, buried in the folds of her clothing. She felt herself jumbled around, before someone's fingers wrapping around her waist, causing a blush to spread across her face. She dangled form Bloom's fingers, and she could see herself now looking into Bloom's beautiful blue eyes. She also knew that she was in front of Bloom, completely naked.

The other girl said something cruel that made Mitsy want to cry. "Even I'm hotter then that chick. Still, I think this is a good reason for you to go to the school, to get her fixed. That means you promise not to say anything Barbie?"

"My name is Mitsy."

"Minnie?"

"Seriously…"

The two other girls began talking about putting her into doll clothes, after having draped a tissue around her. The thin tissue didn't help her feel any less naked, as the girls could still see her private parts, although not as clearly. They plucked her into the suitcase, leaving her to sweat, glad she wasn't running out of air in the box they put her in. Bloom forgot about her even when she unpacked, and Mitsy felt like crying. She also found herself needing to go, the cardboard box becoming rather sticky under her feet.

Instead of becoming Bloom's girlfriend, she became her pet.