Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Dec 22

Today's gift wasn't sexy, but in the spirit of the season, it was about naughty and nice. The faeries gave me the ability to change anyone's self-image to the best or worst version of themselves. No one else would notice any change, but they'd see themselves as either incredibly good looking or ugly depending on my choice.

Of course, my first experiment was on Brooke (who accepted to volunteer, y'know, for science). I started with the ugly version (wanting to end on a high note).

"Oh, man," she said, wincing. "That's no good. It's still me, but chubby, with pimples, my hair's a mess, skin's oily, and my clothes are two sizes too small. Be glad you're not seeing this, you'd wanna throw up."

Then I gave her the best self.

"F-fuuuck" she said, her eyes glazing over. "Now that's what I call sexy. A body built for sin if I've ever seen one. If you think I'm hot now, this would make your balls explode."

I grinned. "Well, that's how you're gonna see yourself all day, then."

"There's a weird side effect," she said. "Now I know this is faerie magic, but if I didn't know any better, I'd think that's what I've always looked like."

"That's right," Attitude said, interrupting the conversation. "It's so your targets don't freak out and make a big scene. This way, they believe this is how they've always looked and carry on with their life normally."

Huh. That was clever, I thought.

"Looking like this," Brooke said, "I think I could bring Henry Cavill to his knees in eight seconds."

"Superman, no less, huh?" I laughed. "Hot like Kryptonite."

It was odd watching Brooke. To me, she looked exactly the same, but she exuded a sense of confident sexuality that made her extra attractive (like she needed to be better lookin!).

So we left for a long trek throughout town and left behind us a trail of delights and despair. Obviously, as I passed by the Church of Scientology, I afflicted as many of those evil sumbitches as I could with their ugliest selves. Let them see themselves as I saw...them (okay, maybe I wrote myself in a corner, here...).

Anyone I saw who was doing something charitable got the "nice" gift. There were a number of dickheads who came on to Brooke and tried a little too hard; those made the "naughty" list and left quickly, realizing she was way out of their league. We also passed by Maestrom Cafe, where I boosted Francine's self-perception.

With the recent tightening of sanitary rules, there was much less to do, so most of our interactions were with people doing some shopping or with sales clerks. Still, based on the service we got, we rewarded or punished them accordingly.

We went to Buenanotte (where all the waitresses are super hot) and since I had embarrassed them last week, I decided they needed a little positive compensation for what I'd done. I think one of them might have set her sights on Brooke and vice versa. I believe there was a discreet exchange of phone numbers while I was in the men's room. Brooke wouldn't say, even after I threatened to make her ugly for the rest of the day. Sisters before misters, huh?

So like I said, no sexy stuff, but in a way, maybe a little bit? It's easy for me to imagine that with so many people feeling good about themselves, some of them must have scored a little.

--Jaycee