You may wonder what happened AFTER we got back home. Let me summarize the weeks that followed, and you’ll get the idea.
First off, Minx was there, waiting for us, all sunshine and rainbows. She wouldn’t admit to it, but I think she missed us. She immediately grilled us about the trip, often asking how the weather was, if there was a lot of SUN, if we got a good TAN, etc.
Subtle she isn’t.
“Mandy” and I turned things on her pretty quickly, asking if she was responsible for the tan curse. She positively beamed with price and nodded repeatedly, kind of like a cartoon character.
“Yeah,” I said, “well that worked all right.”
Minx looked straight at my crotch. “Oooh,” she exclaimed, then pointed a finger at my engine. Sparks flew and I instantly sprung an impressive erection. I hadn’t had time to… um… readjust the position, so I had to quickly bend over and straighten everything. “Nice,” Minx said. “Mandy” ran her hand across the front of my jeans and acquiesced. “Definitely,” she added.
Then Minx gave “Mandy” a suspicious look. “Wait, YOU’re not Jaycee’s girlfriend. What business to you have touching him there?”
That was my first clue that something bigger was happening.
“You mean… you think this is Brooke?” I asked, pointing a thumb at “Mandy.”
Minx nodded. “Of course.”
“Well, she isn’t.”
“Then who…”
“Mandy. In Brooke’s body.”
Minx shook her head, not understanding.
“Why did you take Brooke’s body?”
We tried explaining that the switch wasn’t voluntary, but Minx was pretty skeptical. I thought at first she might have been messing with us, but it was pretty clear Minx wasn’t that devious.
So it had to be someone (or something) else.
—–
For the following few days, things were… normal enough. The sex sessions were spectacular. Brooke’s epic body was a source of endless erotic pleasure, and before my sun tan faded, I wasn’t too bad myself. I’d sometimes notice Minx, perched on a lamp, observing us in action like a movie buff watching the latest action flick. (She was just missing the popcorn.)
But the tan faded. And while Mandy was still having sex with me, it became less frequent. (Mind you, twice a day is still a lot, by some standards.) I didn’t pay attention to it at first, but after a week, I got this weird feeling that something was wrong. One night, as I was coming back from work, I walked in on “Mandy” having sex with the pizza guy.
I’m NOT kidding! Don’t ANY of you make porn jokes, or go “bow chika wah wah” on me.
I chased the guy out (kept the pizza, didn’t pay for it). Then Mandy and I had a chat. She cried and apologized. He’d flirted with her, and somehow that had sent sparks flying down in her groin. She’d gotten SO horny she lost control and had thrown herself at the pizza delivery guy. I remembered the curses, and it was true that any kind of flirting would get her hot. Curse me for a fool, but I had to try it.
“So… in the morning, do you like your eggs scrambled… or fertilized?”
Her eyes glazed over.
“Why wait for morning?”
And we were lost in passion again.
—–
Two days later, I left for work and came back because I’d forgotten my iPad. I caught Mandy with the mailman. Another round of tears and make up sex ensued.
The next day, I got suspicious and called her just one street corner away from my place. She answered, we chatted, and she confirmed she was at my apartment. I immediately went home and checked — she wasn’t there. That worried me. When she arrived, we had an argument about it. Apparently, she had gone out for coffee and didn’t want to worry me. I didn’t buy it. More tears.
More sex, too.
And finally, another three days later, I came home at the normal time, and found her in OUR bed with two other guys. I yelled at her. She pretended not to see me and urged her lovers to keep screwing her. I left, sick to my stomach.
That time, I cried. I cried because I realized that she’d been playing me all along. Again. Just like before. All the cheating, then the tears, then the sex to make me forget.
Same old tricks. And I was the same old idiot for not seeing it before.
–Jaycee
Next update: Sunday
21 thoughts on “Tales From Mexico — Epilogue”
N.C. Weber
Here’s a thought: Maybe Mandy’s curse wasn’t being horny all the time. maybe the curse was her being normal before the the trip to Mexico. Perhaps Minx’s little tan trick broke the previous curse.
Jaycee
I don’t think Mandy’s lust had anything to do with some kind of curse, but with Mandy herself. The girl has ALWAYS liked sex. A LOT. And there’s nothing wrong with that, so long as you don’t use or hurt people in the process. That’s where her problem lies: when she gets in those phases, she loses control a little. And in a body like Brooke’s, one that’s clearly designed for sex and gives great orgasms, I think Mandy just gets overwhelmed and lost in it all.
I don’t think it’s the curses. It’s in her head. The curses just make it worse.
Honestly, I really thought she’d changed, but ever since the Triggers incidents, she hasn’t been the same. And now, I know she’s back to her old tricks. Guess a tiger can’t change its stripes after all.
–Jaycee
Jack
That would explain why those curses didn’t affect Brooke like they affect Mandy.
Gallstone
I don’t understand how the real Brooke managed to stay on top of those bloody curses. Did her male memories enable her to fight back more effectively than Mandy, somehow?
Jaycee… Provided you haven’t already, you need to plan some sort of campaign to rid yourself of all the magical crap in your life. Don’t let the little stinkgnats intimidate you this time; they can’t actually kill or sterilize you, that’d be an end to their fun.
Jakob
Well, Brooke seems to be affected by the curses when it’s because of her girlfriends(The Striper and now Meghan. Perhaps it’s because Brooke is still attracted to women?
But credit to Brooke for having such self control.
Also, if Brooke and Mandy are still in each others bodies, how are they dealing with it? Are they pretending to be each other? Going to each others jobs?
Jaycee
No, it looks like “Mandy” quit Brooke’s job (sales associate at an electronics store). Fortunately, Brooke went there soon after, seeking a job. Since they “just had an opening,” Brooke was a perfect fit for it. (And of course, since Brooke knew everything about the job, she aced the interview, and has been doing very well since.)
I’m sure the manager was sad to lose Brooke (who attracted a lot of customers), but he must have been pretty happy at having someone looking like Mandy as a replacement.
–Jaycee
Jakob
How did Brooke feel about that? Mandy qutting Brooke’s job I mean. It’ll complicate things for when they are able to switch bodies back.
Though i’m guessing Brooke is focused on the now for the moment.
Jaycee
I haven’t asked Brooke, but I don’t think she cares. She’s born into money, so it’s not like she NEEDS to work. She changes jobs all the time. And looking like she does, it’s not hard to find new jobs. Even as a guy, Brooke was always good at finding jobs. So Mandy’s resignation from her job probably doesn’t bother Brooke.
The one who could potentially worry about losing her job would be Mandy, since Brooke took over her “old” job, but somehow, I don’t think she’ll be jobless for long either.
–Jaycee
Jakob
Ah, that makes sense. Though i’m surprised Brooke is still getting money from her family. So did Brooke tell them about being turned female or is Brooke just that good at hiding it from them?
Brooke has to keep in contact with them, otherwise they’d get worried.
Sorry for all the questions btw.
Jakob
How is Brooke dealing with being stuck in Mandy’s body btw? By the way you are describing it, it seem she’s handling it pretty well, all things considered.
Gallstone
Maybe Brook inherited money…? And was wise enough to spend a bit to make sure she’d never run out?
Lurker
Won’t being in somebody else’s body make accessing this money a tad difficult?
Jaycee
Well, you’re asking ME like I know how Brooke manages her finances… 🙂
Honestly, we don’t really talk about this. Heck, we haven’t really talked a whole lot lately, so these details are obscure to me. I can only assume that in this day and age, you don’t need for people to see you to do a lot of transactions. I myself operate through online banking, Paypal, credit card payments, ATMs, etc. I guess Brooke does the same thing.
–Jaycee
Jaycee
It’s not like I haven’t looked or tried before. But I’ve never found any kind of spell or trinket that did the trick. I spent hours reading mystical books, and hundreds of bucks on so-called magical artifacts that were supposed to help. All crap.
Plus, Attitude once caught me trying to cast a spell to banish her from my home. For the following month, night after night, I had extremely erotic dreams… but for all that period, I was unable to have an orgasm, no matter WHAT I did. It may sound like fun, but just TRY going a week without touching yourself while watching your favorite porn you can find for 8 hours a day. Now imagine doing this for a MONTH.
So I’m being very careful with that stuff, now.
–Jaycee
Gallstone
You live in a world where magic works, dude. Start trawling the internet, not for trinkets and artefacts, but for genuine practitioners. And do it away from the house.
Jaycee
Sorry, should’ve mentioned I’ve done that too (duh!), but they were all frauds. Gypsies (the worst) swindled me out of a few hundred bucks for nothing. Plenty of mentalists with parlor tricks also tried to con me out of good money. Tarot and palm readers, astrologers, wicca, faith headers — all fake.
My guess is, if there are real practitioners of magic out there, they’re laying low.
–Jaycee
Gallstone
Did you start this ‘forum’ in hopes of finding someone else who’d suffered the same and found a way out, perhaps?
Gallstone
Anyhoo…
If you can’t trust the people, there are still legendary places supposed to have protective powers that can shield humans from evil creatures, like malicious fey. Maybe you should start looking into those. Could be that something or someone is providing the protection, and maybe you could make a deal, or at least get someone un-hexed if you take them there.
The way your life is going, it seems worth a shot to try it. With all the sex-hexes going about, an STD or unwanted pregnancy or ten seems only too likely.
Jaycee
Hm… that’s not a bad idea, actually.
–Jaycee
Gallstone
One caution: when researching the sacred places, I’d suggest you go for the ones whose landscape would not appeal to faeries. Try badlands and sacred cemeteries; forests and places of natural splendour could just have accumulated legends due to the little stinkgnats having done their mandatory one good deed of the year there.
And if you meet anything other than a faerie willing to help out, you should still be careful. The enemy of my enemy is my friend… but only for now. And so very few things are free…
Brandi
we all wear the leter " B " for Birther. That way we will not kill each other and automatically be frnlsdn.Exceeleit idea Tony. You could carve it into your cheeks, backwards.(No no no! In your face cheeks, dammit! Face cheeks!)