Jaycee's Blog - Tue, Jan 31

Big change while I slept last night. I woke up in bed entangled with Mandy, Tommy and Larry (which isn't exactly a change), feeling out of sorts and thirsty as hell. I dragged myself to the bathroom to drink some water, which I did without turning the lights on. Didn't want to completely wake up and have trouble getting back to sleep. (It's hard enough sleeping when you're constantly horny and bombarded by high-libido spells.) I figured I should pee while I was at it so I wouldn't have to get up again in a few hours.

I sat on the toilet (which was thankfully down since we have all taken turns at being female, even those of us who aren't normally women), ready to do my business, when I realized there was something dangling between my legs that didn't normally belong there. Great, I thought. Tarantina's given me a dick and will probably have me screw myself before long.

Suddenly, I became aware of other changes, namely my very flat (or flat-ish) chest. My boobs were gone, replaced by muscular pecs. What the...? I sat up quickly, this time turning on the light. Screw sleeping, I wanted to see what I now looked like.

The face in the mirror was one I hadn't seen in a very, very long time.

Male Brooke.

So I went back to bed, my mind racing to explain what had happened. Was this Tarantina's doing? Or was it that the magic that kept Brooke's body female finally ran out and his body (now mine) returned to its original male status. I can only imagine that one of the faeries (Attitude?) would regularly visit Brooke and re-cast the gender-change spell on him so it wouldn't run out. Whoever it was must either have forgotten to reset the spell or wanted to avoid any chance of getting caught by Tarantina.

Either way, I'm back to being a man again. And (yes, I checked!) quite a man at that, judging by the massive appendage between my thighs. A good seven inches at rest (yes, I measured!), and (as I have since found out) nearly twelve inches fully erect.

I didn't get much sleep during the night. Not so much because I was too wired to get back to sleep, but because Tarantina almost immediately discovered what had happened to me.

And I was right earlier: she did have me screw myself most of the night. (Don't ask for a description, you can figure it out for yourself.)

--Jaycee