Jaycee's Blog - Sat, Jan 1

First off, let me wish every one of you a happy New Year. I can only hope 2022 brings you health, success, and a much-needed return to something resembling normal. I hope those of you who can get vaccinated have done so, not because the government demands it, but to help protect the lives of those around you whom you care about.

As for myself, what's been happening for the last few days? The relationship with the faeries has been good. Of course, that doesn't mean they leave me completely alone. This morning, instead of waking up in my bed, I woke up in one of my living room chairs, where Sophie normally sleeps. I felt odd and heavy, then realized I wasn't't myself—I was in Sophie's body.

As I looked around, the faeries burst out from their hiding spots and shouted "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" There were small fireworks (just bright lights, no actual fire!). They said I should start the new year by trying out new things. When I said I'd already tried being a girl, they shook their heads.

"No, silly," Fantasia said. "Being a superhero."

I was confused, so they explained. The animation spell on Sophie expired at midnight, so they decided rather than cast a new animation spell on her, they'd instead put me in her, give me some superpowers, and let me play the superhero for a week. Before my eyes, they switched Sophie's clothes into a full-body black latex costume with three silvery X on the chest—two small ones on the nipples and a big one in the middle.

A little on the nose, but I admit I look hot.

"What superpowers do I have?" I asked.

"You have five," Attitude said. "Flight and Cold Resistance seemed necessary so you can move around and not freeze to death. The other three are up to you."

I gave it some thought. Flight was good. Superheroes typically need four power types to be effective: offense, defense, movement, and crowd control. Since I already have movement (flight), I opted for: orgasmic bolt (offense); bulletproof skin (defense), and mind control (crowd control).

They nodded in agreement, cast the magic on me, and behold! Triple-X was born!

Now all I had to do was find crime, but I'll tell you this: on New Year day in the middle of intense covid-19 confinement, there's hardly anyone out on the street, let alone anyone committing crimes. Mostly, I spent the day flying high above the city. It was a good thing I was in an artificial body that doesn't need to eat because being this high above the ground would have turned my stomach in an ugly way. Fortunately, no food equals no throwing up. And if you've never done it, flying—I mean really flying—is exciting.

I didn't find any crime, but I did find a meter maid putting a parking ticket on a car that was parked illegally. I was perched high above her (on a lamppost) so she didn't see me. I threw an orgasmic bolt at her. She collapsed on the hood of the car, spasming like a rag doll for half a minute. She gathered herself up and returned to her car, where I can only assume she tried to collect her thoughts. Not content to leave it at that, I pushed into her head an urge to masturbate right in the car, and not stop until she'd had a thunderous climax.

Which, surprisingly, took only four minutes. The girl had stamina. Once she was done, she forgot all about the ticket and drove away in a rush.

I don't know why I don't like meter maids. I realize they're just doing their jobs, but they're just so obnoxious most of the time.

So no real crimes foiled, and now it's dark outside, so I'm back home. I've posed in front of a full-length mirror for about half an hour, striking heroic poses. I look pretty hot as a superhero.

(And yes, before you ask, I DID try Superhero Landing. It's a must!)

--Jaycee