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Martin (I)

Posted on February 27, 2014 by Jaycee

So Martine is now Martin. Has been for a few days, now, which is causing us no small amount of distress.

There’s a few problems with the situation. First, all the biological parts, to which Martine is not accustomed. Like having a constant erection, for example. Martine likes guys, but her penis hasn’t gotten THAT memo. And while her body is now male, she still walks and acts like a girl, which makes “Martin” appear flamboyantly gay. She still grabs my hand by reflex when we’re in public, which, well… it makes me uncomfortable, is all. I’m not into guys. I should point out, however, that if I were, Martin would be my top pick. In the same way that Martine’s female body is spectacularly hot, her male body is equally impressive. We’re talking great pecs, awesome abs, awesome muscular definition, square jaw, piercing eyes, the works.

But hey, I just don’t swing that way. Aside from that awkward moment after Attitude transformed her into him (a moment we will NOT discuss here), we’re both clear on where the other one stands.

Also there’s the matter of our “connection,” which is still there. I can read her sexual moods quite clearly, even if she’s in a male body, and I can push fantasies onto her if I’m not careful. Like yesterday during rush hour, in the crowded subway… We haven’t had sex in days and she’s been feeling quite… aroused. I noticed distractedly she was facing this very hot chick who had her back turned to Martin. She must have been going through a dry spell herself because I noticed she was fairly aroused. Before I noticed what I was doing, my mind drifted and I imagined her getting further aroused. And then, Martin’s erection would grow harder. He would make a step in her direction, his bulging crotch a mere inch from her round butt. And then, it would just take one false move, and the needy girl would bump back into him, feel that hard manhood so close to her heated parts, and…

Martin turned to me, eyes wide with alarm, and punched me in the arm. I realized what I was doing (involuntarily, I swear!) and I stopped. Disaster averted.

But part of me still thinks that would have been kind of hot. What would have the girl’s reaction been? Shock and horror, or would she have succumbed?

Maybe we’ll find out…

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Power Twist

Posted on February 22, 2014 by Jaycee

After the haircut incident, Minx explained to me that my powers (such as the yare) are growing, and it looks like I can unconsciously affect people around me.

And when someone tells you you can change people’s gender, what do you do? You try it on someone, of course.

So I tried it on myself. I willed myself to become female. Which didn’t work. That didn’t surprise Minx, who thought I was silly. “Faerie magic doesn’t work on you. Well, not very much anyway. And you’re so new at this, it’s not surprising you can’t get it to work.”

So the next step in my “diabolical” gender-change plan was to try on someone else. Now I can hear some of you having ethical problems with this, but let me update you on Angelo: he’s fine, back to himself. I passed in front of the barber shop on Tuesday and he casually waved at me, with no hint in his eyes that he remembered anything (which, frankly, was a relief).

So on my way to work, I tried gender-bending someone on my way to the office, some guy who was walking on the sidewalk next to me. Nothing. Tried on another passing female, with the same disappointing results. I figured maybe it was something about Angelo that made him susceptible to my ability, but didn’t want to chance it again with him. I gave Martine a call and asked her to drop by my place. She did and I explained to her what I wanted to do. She thought it was really hot and became very excited at the thought.

–Wait, have I told you that Martine knows about me, the faeries, everything? I don’t remember if I’ve written about this before and, frankly, I’m too lazy to go back and re-check my posts. But if I haven’t told you, well, now you know that she knows. And if I’ve told you before, well, it doesn’t hurt to remind you in case YOU forgot, right?

So I had Martine sit next to me on the couch, held her hands, and looked her in the eyes. After long moments, without any sparks and sizzle, I was sitting next to a guy. I just blinked and there he was, holding my hands, gazing at me like a lovestruck fool.

Minx fluttered to my shoulder and looked at my handiwork with appreciation. “Well done,” she said.

“I know, right?” I felt a sense of pride at having achieved this. My theory was right!

“Um… There’s just… ah… a tiny weenie problem, Jaycee.” Minx’s voice was timid and embarrassed.

“What? What’s wrong?” I offered my hand; she fluttered forward and stood on it.

“You didn’t do it.” She just stood there, wringing her hands, shuffling her feet and avoiding my eyes.

“What do you mean? I did it. You didn’t do it, so it’s gotta be me, righ–”

I stopped talking, realizing what had happened. I looked around.

Sure enough, sitting pretty on a lampshade next to us, Attitude was peering maliciously at me over her sunglasses.

Aw shoot.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Horny Haircut

Posted on February 18, 2014 by Jaycee

Last night’s hair cut left me a little… conflicted.

I’ve been needing a haircut for two weeks, now, but work has just been crazy. I got to the barber shop I normally go to right before closing time, hoping to get a shot, but there were too many people already waiting. Seeing my distress, my usual barber, Angelo (who, by the way, is SO gay he’d spontaneously combust just crossing the Russian borders), told me he could fit me in after hours if I didn’t mind waiting a little. I said okay and sat down for a bit. One after the other, the clients got their haircut and left the shop. At the end, it was just Angelo, Rick (the other barber, a real macho man) and me. Angelo assured Rick he’d clean up and close the shop. Rick closed the curtains, put up the “Closed” sign, and waved us off as he left.

So then, it was just Angelo and me. And Minx, who’s often with me and I just don’t even notice. Angelo knows how I like my hair, so I just let him do his thing while my mind wandered off. He’s good at his work, but I found myself wishing it was a girl cutting my hair. I’ve always found there was something… intimate about cutting hair. I’m normally more guarded than this, but this time, I’d just forgotten Minx was nearby and explored the fantasy. Then, a voice interrupted me.

“So how’s work lately?”

That wasn’t Angelo’s voice. In fact, Angelo was gone. In his place, this hot black-haired Italian beauty was staring at me, scissors and a comb in her hands. She was wearing this tight black skirt that showed off her long legs and a tight blue blouse whose few remaining buttons struggled to contain her ample breasts. Yeah, that wasn’t Angelo.

“Who? Um… what?” I knew instantly something had gone wrong. It had to be Minx… The girl looked at me and laughed.

“Wow, Jaycee, you sure look stressed tonight. I guess work’s been a bitch, lately, am I right?”

And without waiting for my answer, the resumed cutting my hair. I just sat there, dumbfounded, as she continued blabbing. She gave my shoulders a quick rub.

“Yeah, you’re working too much. And you have bad posture, I can tell just from touching your shoulders.”

The girl—we’ll call her Angela for lack of a better identity—put down the scissors and slid on the chair to straddle my legs. I looked at her, then glanced at the windows for fear that people would see us. Fortunately, Rick had closed the curtains, so we had some privacy. Wait! Had he done that on purpose? Angela ignored my hesitation and wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning forward to plant a kiss on my lips. She leaned back and winked at me.

“Maybe you need more than a haircut to relax, am I right?”

I looked at her. Her cleavage was so close to my face I just couldn’t ignore it. If she just drew too big a breath, it would explode from its confines. And as I looked further down, I could see her skirt had ridden up her thighs and revealed some flimsy underwear hardly deserving of the term. It was more like “under-not-wear” if you ask me. This was certainly one hot babe, and from the looks of it, one that was rearing and ready to go. Without waiting for my permission, she leaned forward and kissed me again. She led my hands to her boobs, and that’s when I knew I was lost.

I’m sure you know how the rest goes. Clothing flew everywhere and we performed sacrilegious sexual acts on my chair, on her partner’s counter, and on the receptionist’s desk. When we were done (and that was not as quick as you might think), I thanked her for the “great haircut” and left her a generous tip. She seemed very happy and kissed me goodbye.

On the way back, Minx and I got to talking and she congratulated me on my great performance.

“What do you mean? The sex?”

“No no no,” she said, shaking her head. “The sex change. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

I was confused.

“You mean… YOU didn’t do that?!? You’re saying it was something I did?”

“Yup.” She flew up to my cheek and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re growing into quite the arcane pervert! I’m so proud of you!”

Ah… okay…?

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

Members: New Cursed Combat Chick

Posted on February 15, 2014 by Jaycee

What happens after Fran (from FFXII) gets on the wrong side of a faerie? Fun for the whole family, you think? Nope. Not even close.

Preview available on TirNaNog Industries’s deviantart account.

I’d love to hear which “fighting femme” you think the faeries should mess up next. Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments section (even if you’re not a member, your opinion matters).

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”

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