Fairy Godmother Inc. (Dion's Baby- Book #5)

Chapter 3

City life <3 ;p

"Son...of a beeeootch," I get out, in a harsh breath. I swallow as my heart pounds in my chest as my gaze focuses on the scene before me. So, this is how it feels to be beamed through the grid of our universe. Being converted into nano-particles and being put back together in a matter of seconds will trip you out.

My skin feels numb and tingly all at the same time, and I can hear my heartbeat echo in my head. I prayed everything is where it needs to be because if my vagina is now on my stomach, we're going to have a big problem.

Bight, vivid colors.

I blink as I look around me, trying to keep my cool. I'm on a sidewalk in the middle of a large city with towering, sparkling buildings reaching the sky's limit. The city bustles with life, and tons of are people everywhere. I feel like I'm on a set of a 50s movie with all of their like-fashion, perfect hair and immaculate suits. My eyes widen when I see the 50's style vehicles, except they glide down the streets with some extreme technology. No wheels, like a hybrid aircraft.

They even make a light hovering buzz as they pass.

I have seen worlds like this before, just never in the flesh. I was always happy I did not live in such a place, and personally, if I were to choose, I'd be in some dark castle somewhere on some barren mountain.

I take a deep breath and realize I'm holding a shiny yellow bag and a computer tablet. I look to my left and see Mama adjusting, eyes blinking. Her agent bot form is cute and bubbly looking like an older version Betty Boop, even down to the beauty mark.

She glances at me, eyes full of excitement, then her smile falters. "Hun, wipe the frown off your face," she whispers and smiles sweetly at passing people. "You're a bot, programmed to be musical and perfectly delightful." 

Everyone looks like they're having the time of their lives.

I take another breath as I frantically gaze around, taking notes. Well mannered men with their exquisitely dressed women on their arms, as if nothing in this Utopia bothered them. Some are eating ice cream, and others were listening to the outdoor music performers blaring their swing-style music—dancing, cheering, laughter, and it's utterly nauseating. Mainly because I know why, because half of these creatures are bots putting on a show, and others are possibly chipped or straight faking it to fit in.

My vision lands on the teal street benches with women gossiping, eyes wide, then expressions of disapproval, whispering behind their hand-gloves. At the same time, other ladies had the men running after them with all their pretty wrapped shopping boxes as if this were a scene from an unrealistic Earthly movie.