Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Sept 21

It's been well over a week since I first spotted Morgan Reiss spying on me. I don't know how she found my address or what she wanted with me. Obviously, she hasn't visited Victoria's Secrets since then, nor any of the erotica shops in the area (I stalked them as much as I could in my very limited spare time).

Why very limited, you ask? You might think it's because I'm spending time with Gabriel, and that's true, but that's not why I have almost no time left for myself.

It's because Brooke has been having some more fun with me. He's been watching a stupid show called Impractical Jokers, where four friends put each other in embarrassing situations and have to do what they're instructed to do, no matter how difficult. In the show, they can take a pass or fail a challenge, but I don't have that option. Brooke can literally make me do or say anything he wants. But that's not how he plays the game. I'll admit he made it almost fun.

First, he'll have me set up a remote camera and wear an ear piece so he can see me and I can hear his instructions. Then—like he did on Sunday in the Old Port—he'll ask me to close my eyes and do exactly what he says. For example, I had to walk ten steps, turn left, and say "I can do that so much better!" He told me to open my eyes and there was a couple just two feet away, kissing, then staring at me in shock. Or he had me sit on a park bench and fire a water gun at people sitting next to me. Or he had me walk up to this muscular guy sitting near a fountain and ask him if he was too gay to kiss me. (I promise, he was not gay and he was quite a good kisser.)

There's an upside to playing this game, in case you're wondering. For every challenge that I win, I get a half day as "myself" (I'm talking about being transformed back into my original male form). To be clear, I'm not back in Quebec City in my old body; I'm still in Brooke's body, but it's shapeshifter back to the old Jaycee. It's almost identical to the original, except that Brooke thought it'd be fun (funny?) to give me a huge dick. We're talking a solid six or seven inches at rest, and well over twelve inches when erect.

Because Linda and Riley don't know a whole anything about who I really am, I've been avoiding them when that happens, but Mandy is a different story. When she saw me like that, she started teasing me (y'know, sexually). I don't think she meant for it to get that far, but the teasing got a little too hot. One thing led to another, clothes were ripped apart, breasts and other genitalia were fondled, things were inserted into others, and there may have been some orgasmic explosions in all participants.

Y'know, just another Sunday night at Jaycee's place.

Monday morning, Mandy was gone and I was back as female Brooke. Except for the penis part. That was still there. It's still there now, and I have a date with Linda tonight. Brooke's not picking up and I'm not sure I can cancel the date without a good explanation. "I'm feeling sick" isn't gonna cut it.

*sigh*

Wish me luck. Maybe Brooke will fix this before tonight.

--Jaycee