Jaycee's Blog - Fri, Oct 6

You know what's a downside of having a faerie around? You get lazy. I hadn't really noticed, but Brooke's body—which I STILL inhabit, in case you forgot—used to be in fantastic shape. Brook took great care of himself, no matter the gender he was. He had pecs and abs, something my original body also had, but under a nice layer of protective fat. Over the last 18 months or so, or however long I've been in his body, I haven't really made an effort to stay in shape.

Well, it looks like that's over. According to the Notebook (I'm capitalizing it now so you know I'm referring to THE notebook, not just any one), physical shape is a key component to maintain a positive self-image and high self-worth. So I've decided last week to get up at dawn (or even earlier, like 5 AM) and go running, then maybe hit the gym a few times a week.

Let me just say that this SUCKS! If Brooke's body used to have great cardio, I've neglected it so much that it's down to nothing. Running a few kilometers was torture, not to mention that it got me some pretty bad blisters. And doing some weights was way more painful that it should have been. But I'm happy to report that I seem to be recovering a bit faster from my training each time, so I must be on the right path.

Tarantina doesn't approve, of course. She's come with me a few times, like this morning. She likes to discourage me from even trying, insisting that I'm wasting my time. I look like crap and will keep on looking like crap no matter what I do, because that's my inevitable destiny. Junk like that. i ignore her, putting on my noise-canceling AirPods and listening to music or podcasts to down the sound other voice. (I've never mentioned her voice, have I? It's like listening to someone scraping metal against a blackboard. Very cringy.)

Because I go running very early in the morning, it's usually dark and I don't run into anyone. I tend to run near a small river that's bordered by a walking path and some vegetation. I'm usually alone, which suits me fine because I don't want anyone to notice how exhausted I am despite my VERY slow running pace. This morning, however, a small group of three very fit women caught up to me on the path. I didn't notice them (because of the AirPods) until they passed me. They were thin and wiry the way very experienced runners tend to be. Not very attractive if you like curves like I do, but certainly no extra fat. I guess my eyes lingered on their butts a bit longer than meant to because Tarantina caught me doing it.

"Here," she said, "let me give you the kind of exercise you need."

Except I didn't hear it (she repeated it to me later), so I didn't stop her from casting magic at the three women. Overcome with sudden raging lust, they stopped dead in their tracks, turned around, and rushed me. Two of them held me down while the third stripped me naked from the waist down. A minute-long blowjob later and I was ready for action despite my loud protests. Girl #3 sat on me and rode me until she reached a very quick climax—I didn't have time to get off myself. She crawled away from me and switched places with Girl #1. She too gave herself a good time, reaching the finish line way before I did. She switched with Girl #2, who finally got the job done.

While I was slightly weakened from my own orgasm, Girl #3 got back on top of me, nursing my floppy little general while offering me a nice taco do munch on. The two other girls, seeing no need to keep me down, satisfied their rampant libido with each other—not that I was in a position to notice. At some point, my AirPods fell off and I could hear their puzzled protests. "What's going on?" "Stop it!" "Why am I doing this?" "Oh, God, it's so GOOD! I can't..."

While there aren't a LOT of people running in that area before 6 AM, a four-person orgy in plain sight was bound to attract some attention. A handful of bystanders eventually gathered around us, some holding up their phones to film the action. A Good Samaritan eventually tried to pull us off each other, but his good intentions weren't welcome. Tarantina saw to that. He got a sudden (and VERY impressive) erection, one that emerged from his shorts and drew the three girls' attention. They let me go and jumped him, giving me just enough time to gather my AirPods (and my wits) and hightail it out of there before the cops showed up.

Guess I'm going to have to start running MUCH faster if I don't want this to happen every time. Which I have no doubt is what's going to happen if Tarantina gets her way. I suppose I'll have to instruct her NOT to do anything, but that's probably going to count against our bond, leading it closer to termination.

Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

--Jaycee