Jaycee's Blog - Thu, July 21

Some of my older readers may remember Morgan Reiss, my old boss from about ten years ago. (Sheez, how time flies!) Morgan had some strange behavior at the office, most of which was sexual and centred around me. As you may remember, I caught her (without her knowing) touching herself in her office, and it eventually became apparent that I was the focus of some very dirty fantasies.

I'm mentioning her because she showed up at my workplace today. As you know, I now work in one of Montreal's biggest and most visible lingerie shop, Victoria's Secrets. (Technically, that's Brooke's job, but since I'm now in his old body and I've been doing his job for several months, I think it's my job now.) Well, guess what? Morgan showed up here today to buy some lingerie. She was dressed in a formal business suit and pants, and fairly high heels (so she was taller than I was). As soon as I spotted her (and after recovering from the dual shock of seeing her, and seeing how hot she still is), I rushed over to offer my help.

Of course, she didn't recognize me. She'd never met Brooke, and certainly not female Brooke, so I had the perfect cover to get in there and, y'know, get in there. She'd disappeared from my life after I left my old job and moved to Quebec, so I was more than a little curious to see what had happened to her after we parted ways.

She thanked me for my offer to help. She was interested in both some low-end, inexpensive babydolls or nightdresses because (and I kid you not) "her principal lover liked to get rough." It wasn't hard for me to imagine her in that kind of attire, and even easier to imagine myself (in my old male body) enthusiastically ripping it off her.

Not hard at all. In facts, I probably would have sprung a boner just at the thought of it, had I had the right equipment.

I helped her find the section she was looking for, then asked if she shopped here often (under the pretense of offering her loyalty card). She said no, she usually shopped at another store (which I recognized as an upscale erotic boutique further down on Ste-Catherine street, in an area that was once the business center of ladies of the night). Morgan mentioned that she mostly shopped there for latex outfits, which was what most of her patrons really enjoyed. She'd always meant to come here (our store is very visible and well known), but she worked nearby and didn't want to be spotted by co-workers.

"So why today?" I asked.

"It's a lingerie emergency," she said.

It didn't seem true, if I'm honest. I mean, who has a lingerie emergency? But I went along with it.

"I know what you mean," I said. "Sometimes, I just get have to have something new for my guy too. Special anniversary?"

She shook her head. "No, just an...emergency. Let's just say the consequences of not buying it aren't worth the embarrassment of getting caught buying all this."

She was grabbing a lot of stuff, some of it a bit too small for a busty lady like her. She seemed to be in a rush and wasn't paying a lot of attention to what she was grabbing, as if she was on some kind of deadline. I remembered suspecting (a long time ago) that there might be faerie mischief behind what was happening to her, and perhaps it was still happening. I couldn't find a way to start start that conversation without freaked her out, however, so I kept my mouth shut.

When she was done, I walked her to the cash register, packed everything neatly in a plain bag, and finished the sale. Meanwhile, I could see she was getting nervous and fidgety, but pretended not to notice. It dawned on me that maybe this was a real lingerie emergency, that perhaps she was on some compulsion to buy it and wear it before a deadline lest something far more embarrassing occurs. I imagined her breasts slowly expanding or her having the urge to grope herself, and I'll admit it was a turn on to think about it.

By the time I was done with giving her the bag, I could see her perspiring a little. She took the bag and rushed away. There was something in the way she walked that made me think she was horny. Or perhaps it was merely a combination of my imagination and some wishful thinking.

I kind of hope she comes back. I couldn't find a way to connect with her this time and hope I get another chance. Maybe I should check out that other shop she mentioned, the one that sells that latex stuff. Maybe I'd look good in some black leather bodysuit...

--Jaycee