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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

Next update: Friday

Minx vs Cleopatra

Posted on April 2, 2012 by Jaycee

I woke up at 3:30 this morning, to the sound of Minx shrieking her head off.

I didn’t even know she was back — she’d been gone for a few days already, on one of those mysterious expeditions she wouldn’t tell me about.

As soon as I heard the screaming, I raced to the living room and looked for her. All of a sudden, everything fell deathly silent. I glanced around, my heart racing. I couldn’t see much so I flicked the light on. And I immediately found out what was happening.

The top of Cleopatra’s tank was open. Inside, an unconscious Minx was stuck in the web, her hand holding a tiny spear. And next to her, Cleopatra was covering her in more webbing.

I reacted before I even thought about what I was doing. I raced over to the tank, put my hand in, and grabed Minx. The spider backed away when my hand approached, and for a moment I was worried she’d jump to bite my hand or something, but she just watched. I yanked Minx out and put the top back on the tank. I secured it in place and put a heavy book on top just to be safe.

Minx was unconscious. I couldn’t find a bite, so I think she just fainted from fright. Poor little thing. Lying there, all white and helpless, I felt a moment of pity and sympathy for her.

Then I remember what she (and her ilk) had put me and my friends through, and I was tempted to wring her neck. But I’m no killer, so I just let her be. I took her little spear, threw it in the garbage, and went back to bed.

—–

I woke again around dawn, only to find Minx’s face an inch away from mine, staring at me as I woke up. Her expression was… unusual. It was… adoring.

“Minx! What do you want?”

As I sat up, she fluttered in front of my face.

“You saved me! You saved me! The evil spider was going to eat me, and you saved me!”

I scratched my head.

“I don’t think that’s quite what happened… You were going after her, weren’t you? Well, I just didn’t want her to eat you — you probably taste horrible, on account that faeries are all dark and twisted on the inside!”

To my surprise, Minx laughed.

“Oh, you’re so funny! But none of that matters, now — you SAVED ME!”

She fluttered next to my ear.

“And now,” she said, “you get a nice reward.”

She whispered something in my ear. It was some kind of long word, and with every syllable, I felt increasingly dizzy. Then I fainted.

When I woke up, Minx was gone again.

–Jaycee

Next update: Wednesday

And Along Came a Spider

Posted on March 31, 2012 by Jaycee

Holy crap. I can’t believe I bought THAT, of all things.

A tarantula.

I’m just back from the exotic pet store. They had a ton of wild and unusual creatures, from iguanas to porcupines, snakes, and — like I said — tarantulas. I really wanted something low maintenance, and what REALLY sold me on it is that you only need to feed it once a week. Crickets and worms are just perfect, apparently.

Yeah, you may think it’s creepy, but personally, I like the idea. This isn’t a pet that’s going to need a lot of food, or maintenance, and it’s totally rad.

I got a FRIKKIN’ tarantula!

(And with any luck, it’s a radioactive type, and if it ever bites me, I’ll get superhuman powers!)

Shyeah, right!

–Jaycee

Next update: Monday

Jennifer’s Love Life

Posted on March 29, 2012 by Jaycee

Jennifer came to visit me last night, all by herself. She broke up with Jason and needed to talk. She called me and sounded pretty upset, so I told her she could come over. I didn’t feel like it, having my own love troubles to deal with, but since I’d never told her about my breakup with Mandy, I couldn’t very well bring that up as an excuse.

So she arrived after dinner, a 6-pack of beer in one hand, a huge bag of chips in the other. There was something… drained about her. She looked really sad, and I was a bit surprised by that. I knew she liked Jason, but not THAT much. We’d talked a bit about him during the vacation in Mexico, and it was clear he was just a placeholder boyfriend.

So I invited her inside. We sat on the couch, drank, chatted, ate chips. She confessed that even since she’d gotten her upgrades (pointing at her generous breasts), she hadn’t attracted the right kind of guys. They were all hot hunks, and great lovers, but dumb as doorknobs. That had been the problem with Jason — all looks, no substance. She was wondering if getting big boobs had been the right call after it. She felt GREAT because she liked how they looked, but maybe they were sending the wrong message to the world. Plus, a lot of her old girl friends had changed their attitude since she’d gotten them. Most of them disapproved, telling her she looked just fine the way she was, the way God intended, and she shouldn’t mess with a good thing. That the procedure was medically dangerous, and it’d give her back pains, and she wouldn’t like them so much in 20 years, when they’d be sagging down to her knees.

Me, I was just munching chips and drinking beer in silence, nodding absentmindedly. Jennifer was rambling, getting things off her (ample) chest. I didn’t feel I needed to pay attention tothe details. Sometimes, you don’t need to really LISTEN to people, just act like you do. They just want to talk and don’t care about the interaction. What they want is get it out of their system, dump it on you, get their release, and walk away.

Not unlike cheap sex, I guess.

I noticed Jennifer had stopped talking and was looking at me with questioning eyes.

“Uh, what?”

“I said, are you okay? You’ve been zoning out since I got here. I don’t mean to pry, but is everything all right?”

And sometimes, there’s a true friend who really pays attention to your feelings, and cares enough to ask.

“I… broke up with Mandy. Been a few weeks, actually. I’m kind of getting over her, but hearing you talk about it is giving me the blues.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really sorry, I should have been there for you I had no idea… Why didn’t you tell me?”

That was a dangerous slope, and I didn’t want to start talking about the details, for fear of slipping up. I cared about Jenn and didn’t want her caught up in the middle of that faerie nightmare that is my life.

“Long story short: she cheated. I called it quits.”

“The bitch!” Jennifer said. Then she caught herself, covering her mouth. “Sorry! That just came out. But we hate her now, right?”

“Yeah, I guess we sort of do.”

There was a silence. Then I broke it.

“Sorry to have broken the mood. Why don’t you start again from the top, and slow down for the parts about your boobs?”

She laughed and slapped me on the shoulder.

“Idiot!”

Well, she got THAT part right.

–Jaycee

Next update: Saturday