Jaycee's Blog - Sun, Aug 21 (Patreon)

As I mentioned last time, my sister Michelle invited me to a party, which I couldn't find a way to dodge. When I showed up, I was greeted at the door by a handsome man in a three-piece suit. He introduced himself as Gabriel; I was impressed that he looked me in the eyes rather than address my breasts (as most men do). He didn't say more about who he was; he moved out of my way and ushered me in.

I could see there were about two dozens of people in my sister's large loft, all of them...interesting. Gabriel introduced me to a few of them: Isabelle, a tall woman in a black dress who apparently had a PhD in astrophysics; Kevin, a short (but, I suspected, very fit) artist who created paintings that came alive through augmented reality; Nell, a middle-aged woman and  successful writer for TV shows; and so on. I quickly "discovered" this wasn't a party for Michelle's birthday (something I already knew, though I feigned surprise). No, this was some kind of salon that she held every few months and where she invited "interesting people."

This was an odd bit of news because I'd never known my sister to do these things. Then again, I guess we don't talk very often (especially not since I'm in Brooke's body now). At any rate, she finally came out of the kitchen, set large trays of appetizers on the dining area table, and came to talk to me privately. She apologized for the deception about a birthday party; she was afraid I'd turn her down if she told me what the party was really about. She admitted that she did have those soirées a few times a year, and she invited people she thought were interesting, different, or remarkable in some way. When I asked her "why me, then?" she looked art me with curiosity and said:

"Well, because you're a trans woman."

That's when I realized that of course she knew about Brooke from many years ago. We'd never been close, but she knew I had a male friend named Brooke with whom I'd go out occasionally. Then she shows up at my place in Quebec and finds out that her brother is dating a female Brooke. The connection wasn't that hard to make, and Michelle is no idiot. The odds that I'd have two close friends named Brooke were very low and she reached the most obvious conclusion.

So rather than protest, I pretended to agree with it. I also became very worried that someone might start asking me questions about the transition process, which I knew very little about. I quickly shut the door to that conversation, invoking that it was very private and personal, and Michelle nodded in understanding.

With that settled, we rejoined the partygoers and I admit I had an amazing time. Some of the people there had fascinating careers and stories. I ran into Gabriel again and learned he was a lawyer in one of Montreal's top tier firms, specializing in intellectual property law. He was charming and magnetic in a way I'd never seen before, and I'm a little embarrassed to say that it had an effect on me (and I don't like men that way). He said he'd love to see me again, but it wasn't in a sleazy way. It sounded genuine, like he was fascinated by what I had to say and wanted to hear more of it. I said yes.

On Wednesday, he called me to see if I would be available on Saturday, and I said yes. I also mentioned this to Brooke during our weekly touch point on Friday (we've been doing this for a few weeks to make sure we didn't mess up each other's lives too much). He thought that me being a trans woman was both hilarious and perfect considering that we've swapped bodies. He wished me luck on my date with Gabriel.

Saturday came around and Gabriel & I got together at Île Flottante, a cozy place with nice atmosphere and very fancy food. It started off fine, but about halfway through the meal, I found myself getting increasingly aroused. I instantly knew this was Brooke playing a sexual prank on me. After ten minutes of this torture, I excused myself to go to the ladies' room and called him up.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked accusingly.

"Come on," he said, not bothering to deny his culpability. "This is gonna be fun."

"Not for me!" I said. "We're in a restaurant, in public!"

Brooke laughed at the other end of the line. "Then I suggest you get out of there quickly because in less than an hour, you're not going to be thinking straight."

"But he thinks I'm a trans woman!" I exclaimed. "I can't have sex with him, he'll know right away."

"No he won't," Brooke said. "I promise you, he'll be too busy pounding you to care about what he's pounding."

Ugh, gross! Unfortunately, it seemed like there would be no convincing him to stop this, and the pangs of lust were coming in faster and stronger at that point (thanks, Brooke!). So I went back to the table and with great difficulty I maintained my composure. I promptly convinced Gabriel that we should leave and maybe go for drinks at his place. He agreed and took care of the bill like a gentleman.

I struggled to keep still all the way back to his condo, unable to hold my part of the conversation. I was almost squirming in the passenger seat, the blazing fire between my legs consuming any attempt at chitchat. As soon as we entered his place, I literally assaulted him, stripped him down, and had wild sex with him right there on the floor.

And thanks to the incredible sexual stamina no doubt provided by Brooke's complete control of my body, we went at it like bunnies for several hours. He eventually passed out from exhaustion and I made a quick exit in the middle of the night. Obviously, Brooke had me tell him everything yesterday.

To make matters worse, Gabriel has been calling me. I'm not taking his calls. I don't know what to do next.

--Jaycee