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Salsa Night!

Posted on April 27, 2012 by Jaycee
Brooke took me to a dance class last night. Salsa dancing. Not that it’s come up, but Brooke (in his male days) was an advanced salsa dancer. We’re not talking basic step and cross body lead, here, but proper triple turns and complex choreographies. He even won a few local contests, just for fun. He was good enough that the hottest girls would ask him for a dance, not the other way around. (Me, I just watched by the sidelines, sipping my beer in envious silence.) Of course, Brooke’s transformation into a girl somewhat changed all that. For starters, the steps aren’t the same. As a guy, you start with your left foot forward. As a girl, you start with your right foot back. And of course, with her rather impressive breasts, Brooke had to deal with a different balance from before. Plus, there was all the sexy flourish gestures ladies have to do while dancing, which guys don’t learn. But the worst, she told me, was getting used to BEING led when you’ve been the one leading for so many years. (If you’re not familiar with dancing, it’s the guy’s job to lead, and the woman has to follow — it’s about the only time we men are REALLY in charge. 🙂 All this to say that yesterday, Brooke (AGAIN in a new body) wanted to re-learn some of what she’d lost, and she figured it wouldn’t hurt for me to tag along. Secretly, I think she’d rather dance with me than with other creeps who’d try to get a little too close. With me, she was safe. Or at least safer. I have to admit, I miss Mandy, and while Brooke has altered her appearance a bit, holding Mandy so close to me didn’t leave me indifferent. But I digress. The point is that Brooke wanted me to learn some dancing skills, just in case, some day, I have no faerie influence in my life and have to learn how to get laid for myself. So I did what I could, but I’ll admit I must have looked horribly clumsy. The teacher (Cornell) then surprised us (Brooke & I, at least) by saying this was a combo class — half salsa, half bachata. If you’ve never seen bachata before, it’s VERY HOT! It involves a lot of hip swinging, close body contact, and crotch grinding against the other’s leg. Really, it’s like sex with your clothes on. But of course, there was no way we could weasel our way out of this. Brooke looked at me. “We can do this,” she said. “Just don’t you DARE get a boner!” I laughed, maybe a little too hard. “Don’t YOU dare spring a leak!” So we danced. Blushing furiously, we danced. And I gotta say, even if she used to be a guy, Brooke’s got all the right moves. We sorta had a good time, but after we got out, we mostly talked about the salsa part. Not a word on the bachata. –Jaycee

Next update: Tuesday

Minx Tells All

Posted on April 24, 2012 by Jaycee
On Saturday morning, after a good night’s rest, I got to talk to Minx about the night before. In fact, I didn’t have to seek her out, just the reverse. As soon as I entered the kitchen, she was fluttering all around me, cheerful and excited. “Well? How was your night? Did ANYTHING interesting happen???” I gave her a suspicious look. “You know what happened, don’t you?” She tried to shake her head in ignorance, but she’s just a terrible liar. “Come on. ‘Fess up. What did you do?” She giggled. “You’re no fun, but you’re right. I made that happen.” “So what exactly DID happen?” “I was there. I made myself really small so I could hide in your jacket, and then, ‘cuz I was so close to you, I could read your thoughts really clearly. So I made these girls do what you wanted them to do.” “You did that???” She mock-wiped her forehead. “Yup. And it was a lot of work, because I had to concentrate a lot, but it was fun.” “You made that girl put her phone between her legs?” She nodnodnodded. “Down in her panties. And then I made her thighs stay real close together, ‘cuz it’s more fun that way. She really tried to make it stop, but eventually, she stopped resisting.” Wow… “And Jessika and Sasha?” “Oh, that was easier. That was just a trigger. I made it so she’d get more and more excited the longer and closer she’d be to that other girl.” I was a little shocked. I hadn’t realized the potential of Minx being able to read my thoughts. I was more worried about her finding out things I didn’t want anyone to know, but in retrospect that was a bit silly. She already knew terrible and embarrassing things about me, so what was a little more going to hurt? But the idea that she’d read my mind and act on my ideas was a novel concept. I certainly should explore that a little bit. “So… if we were to, say, walk around together and I wanted you to do something to someone, you’d do it?” She tapped her chin, deep in faerie thought. “Maybe, if it’s fun,” she said. “Sexy and fun!” So that’s what happened on Friday night, and that’s what I’m now struggling with. I’m debating what I could or should do with this. Any thoughts? –Jaycee

Next update: Friday

A Night Out… By Myself?

Posted on April 21, 2012 by Jaycee
I got home from work yesterday, only to find Minx in an odd mood. She was staring at Cleopatra in her vivarium, making faces at her. “You shouldn’t twist your face that way,” I commented. “It could get stuck like that for the rest of your life.” “Well, tell HER that!” Minx said. “She’s making faces at me TOO!” “She’s a spider, Minx.” “Exactly!” Right. That wasn’t going anywhere, so I decided to switch topics. “Are we still going out tonight?” “Ah… I’m not, but you are. I can’t make it, something came up.” “Well, I thought the point was for us to go together, no?” “You just… um, go, okay? I really want you to go.” Faeries. You can never quite guess what they’re up to. Clearly she was plotting something, but I could tell (somehow) that it wasn’t harmful to me. I think there is some connection growing between us and I can sometimes feel her intent. This was gleeful and mischievous, and totally devoid of malice. Kind of how someone feels when they’re throwing a surprise party for someone. “Okay, I’ll go. Just going to grab a bite, take a shower, and I’m out of your wings. Okay?” Minx nodded repeatedly, smiling and her hands behind her back. She was thrilled that I was playing along. So I got ready, put on a nice shirt and my fancy jacket, and left. Minx hadn’t given me any specific instructions, just to go out, so I decided to start with a movie, then I’d call a few friends and go for drinks. Maybe Barrett, hadn’t seen HIM in a while. I got to the movie theater a bit before the movie started, so I got my ticket and went in a cafe to read some movie news magazine. At the table next to me, a brunette in a tight red tube dress was sitting with her boyfriend, a black guy with short dreads, a good physique and plenty of golden jewelry. They were the typical vanity couple: good looking, shallow, prone to playing mind-games. I meant to ignore them, but they were having this stupid argument about him always being late, and her voice grated on me. Plus, she had an amazing butt, and it looked like her boobs were just about to explode out of her top, so I shot her side-glances. Until he noticed. Then he leaned around her and pointed at me. “Mind your business, punk,” he said, with a voice and attitude that reminded me of Mr. T. “My bitch and I are having a conversation and you ain’t invited.” “You can’t talk to me like that!” she hissed. The argument got a bit more heated and they ignored me. I couldn’t concentrate so I got up and left. Around 30 minutes later, I was in the theater and sitting down in my usual spot, 9th row from the front, and in the center. Had my popcorn, my soft drink, and I was ready for the movie. And as luck would have it, I had spare seats next to me, one on each side. And just as the previews start rolling in, who shows up? The couple from the cafe. What row do they take? The 9th. Where do they go? Center. And since there’s not enough room for them, they ask me to move one seat left to make space for them. Fair enough, I don’t own the theater, so they’re entitled to their seat. I move to the left and let them sit beside me. At least SHE’s sitting next to me, not him. She’s sexy, so that’s a partial win. The movie starts, but the girl keeps pulling out her phone to send text messages to someone. The light was distracting and I found myself wishing she’d just put the damn thing away and let me watch my movie. Eventually, it looks like she must have gotten the message, because she stopped doing it. I could still hear the phone buzz (someone must have REALLY wanted to get in touch with her, because it just wouldn’t stop buzzing), but she left it wherever it was. It was distracting, and after a while, I just had to glare at her a bit. She noticed, but instead of giving me attitude, she kind of looked embarrassed. Her eyes darted down at her thighs before looking away. I realized there was some kind of strange feeling coming from her. It suddenly clicked in my head: she was a little horny. I gave her a long look and noticed her legs were shut tight. She also seemed to tremble just a tiny bit every time the phone buzzed. No WAY!!! But yes, yes way! That had to be it. She’d stuffed the phone between her thighs, maybe even down her panties, and now it was giving her one HELL of a private massage! She glanced and me, and I KNEW I was right. And better yet, she KNEW I knew it. I half-turned in my seat and munched some popcorn, smiling at her like SHE was now the main feature. She opened her mouth, like she wanted to say something, but another phone buzz interrupted her. I wondered if this was one of those phones where the buzzer was getting more intense over time. She certainly looked like she was getting more… excited. She turned her back to me and lifted the arm separating her seat from her boyfriend’s. She snuggled close to him, still trembling as the buzzer kept giving her increasingly impressive thrills. She wasn’t just a little excited anymore — she was in heat! This went on for a good bit, and honestly, it was WAY more interesting to look at her than at the movie. She just needed sex so badly I thought she was going to rip off her dress and sexually assault her boyfriend right there and then. She kept whispering things in his ear, and after a bit, I could see it was getting to him. He couldn’t see I was watching, but I noticed his hand slipping between her legs, then come out with a buzzing phone. He whispered something like “Damn, girl!” followed by some kissing sounds. It only took another minute, then they both got up and left. She seemed to have a severe case of weak knees… Honestly, the rest of the movie was kinda dull compared to these two. —– I got together for drinks with Barrett, who was at our regular watering hole with two of his work buddies, Steve and Alex. I joined them around 11PM, so they’d already begun gaming the crowd a little bit. They were standing around a bunch of high table, along with two guys and four girls. When I joined them, this one girl (Jessika, with a “k”) looked bored and left out, so I introduced myself. She had pale skin, black hair, small round glasses, and more personality than looks. It wasn’t long before I discovered she had a wicked sense of humor. Also, she wasn’t into guys. She’d joined the other girls, not so much because they insisted she come (convinced that finding the right guy would “convert” her back to being straight), but because she wanted to study the mating habits of the heterosexuals. “You guys are a weird, inhibited bunch.” But my sight was telling me another story. There was this ONE girl in the group, a slim blonde with incredible legs, to whom Jessika was very attracted. I could also tell that this blonde was really into Barrett, who was running a great pick-up routine on her. Poor Jessika didn’t have a chance. “All these girls your friends?” I asked. “Yeah.” She pointed at the blonde. “That’s Sasha. We go way back, like grade school way back.” “BFFs?” “You could say that.” I was getting curious. I didn’t really know many lesbians (Brooke doesn’t count!), so I’ve always been a bit curious. There was something sincere and honest about Jessika that just prompted me to ask. “You guys ever… experiment?” “Sasha and I? Yeah… I made a move on her once, in high school, after cheerleader practice…” I lifted a hand to interrupt. “Wait, what? You were a cheerleader?” She nodded. “Damn!” I continued. “If you weren’t a lesbian, I’d find you really hot, right now.” “ANNNNNyway… Sash and I had had a good practice, we were getting changed, and I don’t know, man, I just made a move. She didn’t resist, so it got a bit hotter, and one thing led to another.” Wow. I could easily picture the scene… I looked over at Sasha, though, and the way she looked at Barrett clearly said she wasn’t a lesbian. I could guess the rest of the story. “Next day,” I said, “it got really awkward. I’m betting you didn’t talk about it for a while, and eventually had that talk where you agree it was a one-time thing, and you didn’t want it to ruin your friendship.” Jessika nodded. “It’s like you were there to hear it.” I sipped my drink, feeling a little sad for Jessika. She was a pretty cool chick, with a great personality, and I was pretty sure it was tough for her to watch Sasha flirting with guys. It would’ve been great if Sasha had felt the same way about her, but some things just aren’t meant to be. Ah well. I excused myself and left the group to go to the bathroom. When I returned, the dynamics in the group had changed a little. I noticed that Sasha had left Barrett’s side (who had moved on to other targets anyway) and had left for another table with Jessika. There was an odd change in Sasha, whose interest in Jessika had inexplicably changed. I observed them for a while, and it was clear that they were both getting revved up. I don’t know what Jessika did, but Sasha was getting really excited around her now. It wasn’t long before the two exited discreetly without telling anyone. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to do the math. In one night, two attractive women in my vicinity display odd sexual behaviour. That’s got faerie written all over it. I left soon after that, intent on having a conversation with Minx about the whole thing… –Jaycee

Next update: Tuesday

Conversation With Minx

Posted on April 19, 2012 by Jaycee
Tonight, Minx sat me down to give me a talk about the birds and the bees. No, I don’t mean the SEX talk. I mean, literally, she kept babbling about birds and bees. After an hour of this, I began wondering if this was going anywhere, so I interrupted her and asked if there was some kind of point she was getting to. “Oh no!” She shook her head vehemently. “I just thought you’d like to know that stuff.” Riiight… “It’s riveting,” I lied. “But what I’d REALLY want to know is what’s in store for me, now that you’ve given me your name. How about we talk about that?” “Well… I can’t talk about everything, that wouldn’t be any fun. Plus you have to figure some of it for yourself. It’s different for everyone and it takes a lot of time. You’re mortal, so you may never get very far. But there is ONE thing I can tell you, something that applies right now…” That was getting interesting. “Go ahead,” I encouraged her. “Well, if I’m really close to you, I can hear your thoughts.” Yeah… Not what I was really hoping for. The last thing I want is someone reading my mind. I have to admit, I felt a little invaded and wondered what I’d been thinking about, lately — was there anything dangerous or wrong that I didn’t want Minx to find out? No, I didn’t think so… But it meant I’d have to be careful. “Oh, no no no, you don’t have to worry, I already know every dirty secret you have. Like…” And she went on to talk about a few things I had on my mind, but these aren’t things I’m really comfortable writing even in this blog. So let’s leave it at that and get to the next part of the conversation, the INTERESTING part. “But none of that matters, what’s REALLY cool is that we could go out and have some fun together.” I frowned. That sounded… bad. “What kind of fun?” “I’m not telling. I’m a little tired tonight, but why don’t we go out tomorrow and you’ll find out?” And without waiting for my reply, she flew up to her tiny apartment in the cupboard above the fridge and went to sleep. Guess I’ll find out what she meant tomorrow… –Jaycee

Next Update: Saturday

Coffee and a Revelation

Posted on April 17, 2012 by Jaycee
Sorry to be updating so late. I just came back from coffee (or COFFEES, as in 4-5 of them) with Fredrika. It turns out the girl is quite the geek, and I mean that in a serious way. Let me start at the beginning. We were supposed to meet for coffee around 8PM, but I finished work a bitl ater than usual (rush project), so we pushed it back to 9PM. And unfortunately, I got held up by some last minute edits on a book, which just had to be done tonight, so I arrived about 15 minutes late. So there she was, waiting quietly as a mouse in her little dark corner of the coffee shop, listening to music and tapping the screen of her iPad. (I discovered a bit later, during the conversation, that she was making sketches and caricatures of the people in the cafe.) I apologized for being late, offered to buy another coffee (she’d just finished her first, which suggested she’d been here for a bit), and did the usual introductory chit chat. I was kind of dying to find out why she wanted us to have coffee, but I didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. So it was a good 15 minutes before she broached the topic. “So, did you ever find that woman you were looking for? And that hobo you had me draw?” I explained (with very little detail) how everything had gone, told her that I’d seen Morgan a few months back (before Christmas), but never the hobo. She said it was too bad and kind of fell silent. I waited for her to talk, but she was mute. So I did what I usually do, and I filled the silence with the sound of my own voice. “Him, I don’t care about, he’s just some creep pervert. But Morgan, well… we had a… close relationship. I’m kind of hoping she’s all right, but at the same time, I think my life is better without her. She really messed things up, maybe not deliberately, but she really messed things up with my girlfriend at the time.. So I kind of don’t miss her, but at the same time, I’m really wondering what happened to her.” And I went on, and rambled for a bit. Then I realized Fredrika was pretty silent, and I looked at her. “So why am I here? I mean, why did you want to have coffee with me?” She fidgeted. “Do I need a reason? Maybe I’m just mysterious and unpredictable?” It was meant to be coy and flirtatious, but she had all the timing and confidence of a gangly teenager. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew if I didn’t come to her rescue, this would become disastrously awkward. So I did what any self-respecting geek would do: I nodded at her iPad. “Third gen?” She nodded. “I hear the camera’s great.” She jumped on the safely line I was throwing her and ran with it. “Oh yeah, the best! And that’s not all…” She started spewing all sorts of iTechnicalities and iSpecs that I was only mildly familiar with. I could see she was getting excited about it, so I encouraged her to show me some of the cooler features of her device. And at some point, while it was in my hands and I was browsing through some of the apps, I stumbled onto her photo album, and one of them was titled “SDCC” (which, I discovered later, meant San Diego Comic Con). I started browsing at some of the photos there, and there were a lot of them of this hot chick doing cosplay (if you’ve never heard of this, look it up!). She was doing an amazing Lara Croft, but also Bayonetta and a very sexy Catwoman (the goggles version). When I asked Fredrika who was that hottie, she just blushed. And my faerie sight told me she was VERY pleased at the compliment. I blinked. “That’s YOU?!?” “Y-yeah… but you can’t tell anyone about this, I’d die if my colleagues found out I do this.” “No way!” I said. “Your secret’s safe with me.” I poked around the albums a bit more. “Any more of you in there?” “Um, yeah… Let me show you…” So folks, it turns out that this little conservative, repressed librarian-type-girl has some kind of volcano inside her that is just waiting to erupt. Some of the photos she showed me were… well, I’ll just say they weren’t photos she’d show her parents — ever! And before we left, she made me promise I’d do a photo session with her some time soon. She wants to show me some of her costumes… So. To be continued, I guess.

Next Update: Thursday

When Boobs Attack!

Posted on April 12, 2012 by Jaycee
I was at the mall today (after work) when someone grabbed me from behind. I could tell it was female from the (generous) bosom I could feel pressing against my back. Whoever it was covered my eyes and whispered into my ear. “Guess who it is?” I hesitated. It’s never a good thing to get this wrong, so silence is often a better policy. “It’s me!” My mysterious assailant forcefully turned me around, grabbed my head and forced my face into her boobs before I could even look at her own face. I recognized “her” instantly. “Bwookf?” I mumbled into the boob flesh that I knew so well. “Bingo!” She pulled me out of her chest and beamed at me. There she was, my old friend Brooke, standing before me in Mandy’s body. It was painful, but not as much as I thought it would be. She wasn’t dressed like Mandy. Mandy was more the tight-t-shirt-and-jeans type. This version had gotten a haiircut, and was wearing a skirt and a loose blouse. “You two look good,” I said at her boobs, not knowing what else to say. She laughed. “Eyes up here, bud.” She punched me in the shoulder. “You’re an asshole for not returning my calls.” I had to agree. “That means you owe me a beer. I had to agree there too. So we went for a beer, and I filled her in on the latest events in my life. Kinda felt good to have someone to talk to. –Jaycee

Next update: Saturday

The Sketch Girl

Posted on April 10, 2012 by Jaycee
I went to the movies last night and ran into Fredrika, the girl who did a sketch of Morgan for the police last year. I thought for a moment she might be alone, but she told me she was here with her boyfriend, who was “over there, getting popcorn and drinks.” We chatted a little bit, and I could quickly tell she liked me. I’d never noticed that, last year. She asked me if that missing woman (meaning Morgan) had ever been found, so I updated her on that (well, partially, at least). I said she’d been seen, but was still missing at this time. Her boyfriend came to join us around that time. Fredrika introduced us, we shook hands, and we parted ways. Interestingly enough, my last reading on her was that she liked me more than she liked her boyfriend. –Jaycee

Next Update: Thursday

Crash & Burn!

Posted on April 8, 2012 by Jaycee
Well, I’ve just learned something about things I can’t do. Faerie sight may help me in person, but it has absolutely no effect when I’m talking to a girl on the phone. Case in point: I just called back the girl from the dance club who gave me her number, and that was a bit of a disaster. Maybe it was “buyer’s remorse” (where, after sleeping on it, she decided I might not be her type after all), or just that I don’t sound so good over the phone, but it was a pretty short and cold call. I couldn’t quite get into a flirting rhythm with her, not without sensing if I was doing it right. I don’t know what I was thinking trying this anyway. I’ve been though enough trouble with Mandy, I really should stay away from girls. –Jaycee

Next update: Tuesday

Practice Time!

Posted on April 6, 2012 by Jaycee
I went to a dance club last night. It had been a while, but I felt like losing myself in the crowd. Also, I wanted to test a little theory. You see, I’d been thinking about this whole faerie sight thing, and I was wondering if there was a way to make this work for me. As Minx described it, it just lets me perceive arousal levels, not affect them. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do things the old-fashioned way. I’ve been friends with Brooke for a very long time, and you don’t orbit around a guy like that without picking up a few tricks about… picking up. So I started with the basics. I entered the place like I owned it, casually nodding at total strangers like I was welcoming them to the club. That was classic Brooke. I then located a three-set of girls that looked particularly ready to “party,” if you catch my drift. They weren’t hugely excited, but they were ready for action, like a 3 on a scale of 1 to 10. They were a little tipsy and probably a little loose. I got myself a drink at the bar, acting like I knew the bartender, then without hesitation made a beeline toward the three-set. I identified my mark in the group, ignored her completely and turned my attention to her BFF. I then channeled my inner Brooke, and started playing a game on them. The fun part was watching their outward reactions and matching that to their actual arousal levels. They couldn’t hide it from me, not with my faerie sight, no matter how distant they would try to look. Being able to pick up on what worked and what didn’t was a big boost to my confidence. The girl I’d selected wasn’t very interested in me in the first place (she read a “2” when we started talking), but when I excused myself to “get back to my friends” (false disqualifier), she was a little more engaged (like, a “4”). I’d say that was an improvement over my usual performance. But the big boost was that I could automatically tell whether it worked or not. And I moved to another set, this time two girls and a guy. From the way their energy changed when they interacted, I determined the guy and one of the girl were dating; the other girl was a third wheel, so I started interacting with her, and with the guy (but not his girlfriend). I realized that this faerie sight ability was coming in pretty handy to navigate interactions and avoid stepping on an alpha male’s toes. After a good half-hour of proper flirting, I got the girl’s phone number, and bowed out, promising to give her a call shortly. And yet again, I went to another set, and another, and then another. I can’t say I was a master pickup artist by the end of the evening, but at least I had a better sense of what turns girls off the most, and I can now avoid that. So far, this “reward” is pretty neat. I’m wondering what’s next… –Jaycee

Next update: Sunday

CONTEST: Become a Webcomic Character

Posted on April 4, 2012 by Jaycee
In less than a week, Bloomin’ Faeries! will be celebrating it’s SECOND ANNIVERSARY!!! To celebrate, I’m offering anyone the chance of becoming an official Bloomin’ Faeries! character. Said character will be featured in a small story arc of six (not necessarily sequential) strips. To participate and have a chance of winning, you need to make a bid in the comments section of this post. The bids need to be done using Bloomin’ Coins! Bidding just needs to be a comment like this one: “I, <username>, bid 5 coins.” (Replace <username> by your actual username, the one you use to register.) The person with the HIGHEST BID on April 10, at 11:59PM Pacific Time, will get the prize. Let the bidding commence! –Jaycee

I’ve Got da Pawaah!

Posted on April 4, 2012 by Jaycee
It’s been an interesting few days since Minx gave me her mysterious “gift.” Nothing unusual happened during the day on Monday, though, so I figured it might be one of her “triggers” or something. When I ran into her back at my place, later at night, however, I learned a bit more about what the gift truly was. She told me her name. As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, faerie names hold tremendous power by themselves, and ensure the loyalty of the faerie. (I’m not completely sure what “loyalty” means to a faerie, but I’m sure it beats being her pet.) Minx didn’t elaborate much on what all this meant, and how it would change our relationship, but she did say that she wouldn’t lay any curse on me without my permission. And besides, she added, faerie curses (especially her own) wouldn’t have as strong an effect on me as before. It sounds like knowing a faerie’s name gives me a bit of a resistance to faerie magic. So I thought that was pretty cool. But not as cool as what I discovered the next day… —– Tuesday, I went to work as usual. I did my morning assignments without any problems, then went to a nearby diner for lunch. I’m a regular there, so the waitress quickly seated me and confirmed I wanted “the usual” (which I did). While I was waiting, I began feeling a bit queasy. I’m not sure what triggered it, but hearing all the noise and people chatting around me made me oddly dizzy. I thought it might be something I’d eaten for breakfast, but it didn’t really seem to start from my stomach. I sipped some water and waited for it to pass. When the waitress came with my food, I noticed something about her that I’d never picked up on before. There was some kind of vibrancy about her that wasn’t there before. She put the food before me and asked me if there was anything else I needed. I shook my head. She turned around and left. I observed the sway of her hips, which I’d never really noticed before. She was a little past her prime and not exactly my taste, but I remember thinking “Does she like me?” I somehow had the feeling she DID like me. While I ate, I observed people at other tables around me. There was this one cute couple that REALLY looked like they were into each other. It wasn’t that they were French-kissing in public, nothing like that. It was just something in the way they looked at each other that said “I wanna take you right NOW!” At another table, two businessmen were discussing business. Despite the appearances, though, I had a knack it was more than that. One of them was clearly gay, and was interested in the other one, who was oblivious to it. And right next to them, at another table, this teenage girl was eating by herself, reading a fashion magazine. The cover said (among other things) “5 new positions to drive him WILD!” Her dreamy and unfocused gaze told me she probably was reading that article, and getting a little excited from it. I finished my meal, paid, and went back to work, still feeling queasy. That eventually passed, mid-afternoon. I got up from my desk and went to the kitchen area to get myself a coffee. While walking around, I began noticing that some (but not all) of my colleagues were actively flirting with each other. There was nothing unusual about their behaviour, it’s just that I found myself picking up on it a bit more. I’m really not sure what it was. So the day ended and I went back home. As was often the case, Minx was there, waiting for me. She watched me silently while I fed Cleopatra, then asked me how my day had gone. “I’m not sure,” I said. “I felt a little sick at lunch, but it got better in the afternoon.” “Ah. And did anything… unusual happen? Something must have happened!” I was a bit puzzled at the question. “Well, nothing happened per se, but I noticed some people were… excited. Maybe more than usual, or maybe I just happened to notice it.” Minx looked disappointed. “That’s it? That’s pretty normal… I think.” “What do you mean?” “You’re developing sexual perception. That’s so… baby-like.” “I don’t understand…” I started, then interrupted myself. Yeah, I was STARTING to understand. “Now that you know my name, you’re going to have some… developments. Nothing that compares to what we faeries can do, but faerie sight is one of them. It means you can sense arousal levels in people.” Aah… Right. Sex sight. Just what I needed. “So if people are horny, I’ll know?” I asked. “Oh yes, you’ll know!” “But will it affect me?” She looked at me, not understanding the question. “If they get horny, is that going to MAKE me horny?” She thought about it for a second. “I dunno… You’re a guy! Aren’t you ALWAYS a little horny anyway?” “Well, that’s true… but more than usual?” She shook her head. “No, silly, no more than usual. I told you, faerie magic doesn’t have as strong effect on you as before, so having faerie sight won’t give you sexual trouble.” She pointed at my crotch. “If you want, I can prove it. I could use some magic on you, and you’ll see the result.” I wasn’t THAT curious, so I gently declined. “So,” I continued. “What ELSE can I expect from knowing your name?” Minx just smiled. “You just wait and see…” –Jaycee

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