Jaycee's Blog - Tue, May 31 (Patreon)

This is a short update. Other than the constant need for sex, my life as Brooke has been uneventful.

Well, that's not entirely true, I get to experience life as a woman in a way that I haven't before. Sure, I was occasionally transformed into a bimbo by the faeries, but it was generally for a short time, and they were always around to protect me if anything bad was about to happen. As Brooke, I'm on my own. As a guy, I always felt I could walk anywhere and at any time, and I wasn't in much danger. Sure, there were some risks that I could get mugged, but that's a rare thing. And I'd just give the mugger my wallet, and we'd probably be done.

As a female—and a hot-as-hell one—I'm starting to realize I'm in much more danger most of the time. The stares and the wolf whistles, I can manage. It's when some ugly, smelly, dirty guy calls me out to start a conversation on the sidewalk, or, worse yet, starts walking with me... That's where it gets creepy and a little scary. Once, I walked past a construction site, and one of the workers blocked my way in order to talk to me. I sized him up and realized that if he meant me harm, I wouldn't have the strength to stop him. Fortunately, his foreman called him back to work, and I was safe. But the lesson stuck with me.

Then there's the "accidental" groping and humping in public transit during rush hour. It's funny how, as a guy, no one ever accidentally grabbed my chest or pushed his dick between my butt cheeks. Now? All the time. Come on, guys!

Anyway, back to my miserable life and broken relationships. I reached out to Brooke several times last week. This past weekend, she finally picked up. (Should I call her "he," now, since she's in my body? All this gender swapping is getting complicated...) She's upset at me and I'm upset at her, but we agreed we needed to get together and air things out. We also agreed to do it in neutral territory, in Trois-Rivières, a small city about halfway between Quebec City and Montreal. It should be just us; she's not supposed to bring the faeries, but you never know. I've lined up my remaining girlfriends on Thursday and Friday to make sure I'm properly laid before leaving. The last thing I want is to get super-horny in front of Brooke, and end up having sex with my own body. That would be beyond weird.

And in case you want to know, no, I'm still not talking to Mandy. Fuck that biatch. But, y'know, not literally.

--Jaycee