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Evil Cuba?

Posted on May 24, 2012 by Jaycee

For those who’ve been wondering where I’ve been in the last 2 weeks, here’s a quick update: through sheer luck, I won a trip to Cuba, all expenses paid, 1 week. I’m not particularly wealthy, so I was thrilled to get this lucky break. (And just like you, I’m wondering if there wasn’t some kind of faerie mischief behind this, but Minx denied everything.)

So that’s where I was for a full week, and I’ll talk a little bit about the fun stuff that happened there in upcoming posts. But before that, I have to talk about Internet access in Cuba (or the lack thereof).

Let me start by saying that Cuba is a wonderful place, and Cubans are lovely and warm people. I have nothing but affection for them. Unfortunately, their access to the Internet is pretty limited, for reasons I’m sure you’ll understand. Emails were hard to get, and we even almost failed to make a weekly update because I couldn’t do t remotely. (Big props for Wondollar for coming through!)

My REAL troubles started when I  made the fatal mistake of wanting to check my Paypal account from there. Because you see, Cuba is a banned country in the US, and that raised all sorts of flags, which led to my Paypal account becoming limited. This is why, for the past 2 weeks, there have been difficulties with membership creation and management.

So for the last week, I have been doing some back-and-forth with their customer service to try and resolve this. I realize this may be inconvenient to many among you and I deeply regret the situation. Im doing everything I can to fix this promptly.

So that’s that for the Paypal stuff. On the brighter side, I’ll have to tell you all about the “Mischief in Cuba” that Brooke and I went through.

But that’s not for now…

–Jaycee

Next update: Sunday

More Apologies

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Jaycee

I must also apologize for anyone who’s run into membership problems lately. I’ve run into a glitch with Paypal that I’m trying to resolve (which is taking a bit of time). I’m truly sorry for the inconvenience and I’ll notify everyone here as soon as everything has been fixed.

In the meantime, what does this mean? Probably that no new members can be added. Also,  it may cause login issues for current members. It may even cause your membership to be cancelled by the system, which may think you haven’t paid your subscription. If you’re running into these kind of issues, please be patient. All will be restored in the next few days (I hope)..

Thanks for your patience.

–Jaycee

Fredrika = Matsumoto Rangiku

Posted on May 13, 2012 by Jaycee

There’s an anime convention in town this weekend. Last night, there was a cosplay contest, and Fredrika had asked me earlier in the week if I could come, and even bring some friends, to help cheer for her. (Apparently, these contests aren’t judged by a panel, but by the crowd itself.)

When I got to the conference hall, I called Fredrika to let her know I’d arrived, and for her to meet me in the main hall. When she met me, she was wearing this large overcoat that completely hid her costume. I could tell she wanted to surprise me with what was under it. I couldn’t help but joke a little.

“You know, that coat thing is a little creepy. You ARE wearing something under this, right?”

She laughed, blushing a little.

“Come this way and find out.”

We went to a more secluded corner of the hall, and with her back to the people wandering about, she dropped the coat.

Holy Mammaries, Batman! She was dressed as Matsumoto Rangiku, a rather… “racktastic” character from the anime series Bleach. Considering how modest Fredrika’s chest is, I couldn’t quite figure out how she had managed to turn herself from a small B-cup into… that! (Yeah, yeah, the costume was pretty well made, but seriously, that was some impressive cleavage.)

“Wow! That’s some pretty impressive… work, right there.”

She nodded, clearly happy with my reaction.

“It’s amazing what a bit of padding and proper positioning will do, right?”

I realized I was staring at her breasts and tore my eyes to look up. “You really… look the part. Seriously, that’s… all you?”

“Yes,” she said. “Actually, the character is a bit… bigger. But that’s all I could manage.”

I kind of wished for a moment she’d been able to manage a little bit more, but hey, that was still pretty good.

“Okay, the contest starts in 5 minutes. I should… *oooh*”

She brought a hand to her head and steadied herself against the wall. She looked a little dizzy and confused. She was breathing a little heavily, which drew my attention to her chest once more. That’s when I noticed she was growing… bigger in that area. It didn’t last long, maybe 5-10 seconds, but she got big enough that I was very worried she was going to pop out of her kimono-thing.

Damn. These things were almost hypnotic, they were so big!

The dizziness seemed to pass. She looked around, a little confused but otherwise normal.

“Fredrika? Are you all right?”

She shot me an odd look. “Who’s this Fredrika? My name is Matsumoto Rangiku, and I am a Shinigami! If you’re done ogling me, I have a contest to attend — and win!”

And with that, she moved past me and went up the stairs. I noticed it wasn’t just her breasts that had grown, it was her whole figure that had somehow been changed.

It took me only a second to figure it out. I opened by left jacket pocket and looked inside. Yup, sure enough, there was Minx, one hand covering her mouth to suppress her childish giggle.

I really have to be more careful  what stuff I think or wish for, even if I think I’m alone. You never know when a faerie’s going to overhear it and act on it…

Would it surprise you to learn that Fredrika won the contest?

(And yes, she returned to normal afterwards, and never quite realized what had happened to her body during the contest.)

–Jaycee

Next Update: Wednesday (May 16)

Sexy Gym Stories (Part II)

Posted on May 6, 2012 by Jaycee

I brought Minx with me to the gym again yesterday. I had an idea that I wanted to try. I explained it to Minx, and she thought it was great. She clapped her hands and just couldn’t wait to try it.

It involves spinning. Honestly, I think it’s a very sexy sport. If you’re not familiar with it, it’s a bunch of people on stationary bikes following the instructions of some crazy trainer who’s pushing them to their limit. I’ve looked at these people a few times, and the chicks are pretty hot. They often wear very sexy and form-fitting leggings, which I have a weak spot for. Because there’s a lot of screaming and loud music, they do this in a closed room (with glass walls so we can see inside).

So after my morning training, I went to stand next to the spinning room and watched them start their routine. Minx already knew what to do, so I just sat back and waited for the magic to happen.

What’s that, you ask? Minx’s task was to “grow” little vibrating bumps on every seat. For the women’s bikes, the bump was closer to the front; for the men, it was closer to the back.

I’m sure you can imagine the possibilities, and the consequences.

To make things more interesting, the faster one pedaled, the more intense the vibration would be. I was wondering what people’s reactions would be — would they complain about it? Would they try to switch seats? Would they just walk out of the class?

Only a few did. For the most part, people just pedaled and followed the instructor’s directives. It was great watching some of these girls lean forward and REALLY grind their crotch against the seat. I noticed a lot of gaping mouths, sweaty foreheads, and more than a few tight and erect nipples through the tank tops. (Some of the girls tried wearing their towels around their neck in an attempt to hide their arousal, but I wasn’t fooled, not one bit.)

It was also pretty interesting to see many of the guys just… sit back and keep pedaling, their towel laid conveniently over their lap to (no doubt) hide their erection.

I gotta admit, I’m having some fun with these things. It’s not REALLY harming anyone, and in fact I think I’m responsible for at least ONE couple getting together after the spinning session. One guy and one girl were so revved up that they went to a somewhat secluded corner of the gym and made out a little.

That’s me, Matchmaker Jaycee!

–Jaycee

Next Update: Wednesday

Sexy Gym Stories (Part I)

Posted on May 4, 2012 by Jaycee

I asked Minx to join me at the gym today. It may be that women don’t really feel sexy when they exercise, but I wondered if I could change that a little, with my faerie friend’s help.

And since it’s a public place, I figured it would keep any perverse urge I might have in check. The intent wasn’t to sleep with anyone, but just to see if I could make something funny and sexy happen. Minx was very enthusiastic at the idea, so it wasn’t much of a hard sell.

I started with some elliptical training for cardio. After the treadmill fiasco on Tuesday, I thought I should go for something a little more… low-impact. I was actually doing okay. Then this chick climbed on the machine next to me and broke my concentration. We’re talking H-O-T, here. Early twenties, pink spandex top, amazing six-pack abs, and a round butt whose details were clearly outlined by the tight leggings she was wearing. Her auburn hair was tied in a convenient ponytail. She was carrying an iPhone and wearing ear-plug headphones that clearly expressed that she was in her little bubble and didn’t want to be disturbed.

I smiled to myself. I didn’t want her to be affected directly. Instead, I wondered if giving her a wedgie would lead to some arousal. (I know, you girls won’t get this, but us guys kinda find wedgies and cameltoes a bit sexy.) So I thought to myself, “Minx, could you make it so that the longer she trains on the elliptical, the more her underwear give her a wedgie?”

There was, of course, no response, so I waited. I focused on my own exercise and my breathing, but I would occasionally shoot sideways glances at the girl next to me. After a few minutes, I could tell she was twisting her legs and hips a little, trying to move so that her underwear would rearrange itself without her having to reach down and do it manually. Naturally, that didn’t work. I glanced at her. Nope, no arousal. I was a bit disappointed, but I figured there was still time. So I waited some more.

Around the ten-minute mark, her discomfort was pretty obvious (at least to me, since I knew what to look for). It was clear to her that this wardrobe malfunction wasn’t going to fix itself, so she quickly slid a discreet hand between her legs to unwedge her panties from their snug location. She looked around to make sure no one had seen anything. Me, I was busy fiddling with my iPhone’s music player, so I don’t think she noticed that I had seen everything. I wasn’t sure if her arousal level had changed. Maybe just a little. I mean, if your underwear were wedged like that and rubbed against some sensitive parts, maybe it’s a bit of a normal reaction.

I waited some more.

Another five minutes, and she was struggling with the same problem again. Her breathing was a bit harder and she was sweating a little, but that’s normal when you’re training cardio. What was different, though, was that she was definitely getting turned on by what was happening. In fact, she didn’t seem to be trying to prevent it, on the contrary. Now that she was a bit more excited, it looked (to me) like she was trying to squeeze her thighs a bit more to get the most of it.

At the end of my twenty minutes, I stepped off my machine and wiped my face off, drank some water, fiddled around with my iPhone, etc. I pretended to look busy while discreetly observing her from behind. Her butt cheeks were contracting on and off, and she seemed to be struck by the occasional shiver. And yes, her level of arousal was getting pretty high.

So mission accomplished! Well done Minx, that was kinda fun to watch. 🙂

(And if anyone has ideas of harmless sexy things Minx & I could do at the gym, I’m open to suggestions. 🙂 )

–Jaycee

Next update: Sunday

My New Gym

Posted on May 2, 2012 by Jaycee

It looks like I’ve hit that age where high metabolism is just a distant memory, and I’ve found that my weight has been creeping upward over the years.

Yesterday, I decided to take matters in my own hands and hit the gym before the damage would be too big to be easily reversible. I visited this pretty trendy little gym not far from work. The girl at the counter (Shannon) was a little skinny, but had a great smile. She gave me a very enthusiastic tour of the facilities, and before I even had made a decision, she asked me if I was going to pay by credit card. (It was said as a joke, but I rolled with it and asked her if she came as part of the package deal. Not that it had any effect on her, she probably gets that a lot…)

And this morning, armed with some embarrassingly ugly gym clothes and a lot of misplaced enthusiasm, I started my training. Mostly, it was just cardio. I thought I’d go for a good 60 minutes on the treadmil, but soon found out my heart had other ideas. I stopped after 15 minutes and went to sit on a machine to take a breather. It also gave me an opportunity to observe people (especially the girls). I remember watching some movies where the underlying assumption was that people went to the gym hoping to score, but I was surprised to see how un-sexual the gym is to women. Most of them were completely uninterested in meeting anyone. They really didn’t seem to feel very sexy (well, not counting this rather thick-limbed, broad-shouldered girl in the free weights, but that’s probably due to excessive male hormones).

I’m curious, actually: for those of you who go to the gym, do you find yourself more or less sexy when you train? Also, when looking at members of the opposite sex (or same sex, if you swing that way), do you find it sexy to watch them train, or not really?

Just curious…

–Jaycee

Next update: Friday

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