Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Apr 6 (Patreon)

It's been almost a week since Attitude has been gone. The other faeries don't mind so much—it's not like they've known her for years like I have—but I admit it makes things a little different. She used to be the head of the house; now that role falls to the next most senior faerie in line: Fantasia. She's not as chaotic as Naughtybelle, but she doesn't take things very seriously and isn't as mindful of consequences as Attitude was. That means... well, let me tell you about Sunday.

On Sunday, I had planned a day with Jennifer and Ken (her boyfriend). We had planned a nice lunch in Petit Champlain (a rather touristy but lovely area of Old Quebec) followed by a nice long walk along the Promenade. The weather was nice and, as Jen put it when we planned the outing, it'd be nice to "peel off a few layers."

That turned out to be a poor choice of words. Fantasia accompanied us, looking like the cat that had just swallowed the proverbial mouse. Jen and Ken knew nothing about her, of course, but I did, and knew she was up to no good. We were in public and crowded places, so whatever was about to happen was going to be big and obvious.

And it was.

After lunch, as we walked on the Promenade and enjoyed the sunny sky, it started to get a little windy. Then it got very windy. We're talking winds of 30 kph (about 20 mph in imperial). That's not enough to knock you down, but you sure feel it. The problem, though, is that the wind was somehow much stronger against...clothes. That's when I knew what Fantasia was up to.

The first to notice was Jennifer when her windbreaker was torn to shreds. Ken's jacket (and mine) were next. Then it was Jen's flimsy shirt that got ripped, revealing a large pair of golden boobs that she was quick to cover with her hands. I looked away and around, wanting to preserve her modesty and see who else was impacted.

It was everyone, not just us. Countless strangers and tourists were seeing their clothes shredded by this inexplicable wind. Women were exposed; their husbands or boyfriends did what they could to shield them from prying eyes like mine. Soon, though, even us guys lost our shirts to the wind. Then everyone's pants were ripped apart and we were left somewhat shivering in the chill air. And finally, underwear went, and the lot of us were buck naked.

When I turned back to Jen and Ken, she was pressed against him, chest against chest. That covered her boobs effectively, but exposed her nice butt to onlookers (not that anyone was looking; everybody was busy covering themselves).

We all stood there, not quite sure what to do next.

"I'll go get the car," I offered.

I looked for Ken's keys for a while while he stood there, pressed against Jen. While I searched the area, I heard Jen's voice rise behind me.

"Ken, are you getting an...?" she asked.

"Sorry, honey," he said. "You're just...very sexy like that."

"You must be KIDDING me!" she said, sounding irritated. "JAYCEE! Find those goddam keys, would you?"

"I'm on it!"

I eventually found them. I also found a plastic bag that I was able to turn into a makeshift plastic diaper. I ran to get the car, which was about a kilometre away. When I returned, about fifteen minutes later, I found Ken and Jen pretty much in the same position, but both pretty flushed. Looks like the situation had gotten to Ken and he was sporting a raging hard-on (not that I could see it), something that Jennifer couldn't fail to notice. She'd looked irritated before I left; now, she looked profoundly embarrassed and...horny?

Since I was already in the driver's seat, they sat in the back. She cupped her boobs (as much as her hands were able to) and sat red-faced as we headed back to my place. She'd occasionally glance at Ken's crotch (which was thankfully out of my line of sight) and swallow with difficulty. This was getting out of hand. I was only too happy to get home, find some spare clothes for them to wear, and let them drive away for what was no doubt going to be a sexual marathon.

As for me, I'm a little ashamed to say that I asked if the faeries could turn Sophie into Jennifer so I could have a quick round with her. They refused. Instead, they turned me into Jen, and Sophie into me. And then...well, I found out how sensitive Jen's body really is.

Wouldn't you like to know. ;)

--Jaycee