Jaycee’s Blog - Wed, Dec 15

“You take the blue pill,” I said, “and you wake up home like this never happened. You think it’s a dream or whatever you like.”

She looked at my other hand. “And that?”

I held up the red pill. "Then you have the veil lifted from your eyes and I show you a completely new reality."

Priya looked at me with suspicion. "Are you really Keanu Reeves?" she asked.

I shook my head. "No, but I thought this would all sound more plausible if it came from Neo."

"Yeah, I get that," she replied.

Honestly, Priya turned out to be way cooler than I thought. But let me rewind a little bit so you know how this came to be. After Tuesday's ordeal, I thought I owed her for what I put her through. It had to be fairly traumatic after all. I may be a perv, but I'm not without a heart. I discussed it with the faeries and struck a deal. I'd trade my next five days of advent gifts so she'd have five wishes (one each day). The faeries were so happy with what I'd done to Derek St-Pierre that it was an easy sell. And I asked to be morphed into Keanu Reeves because 1) he's the coolest dude ever; and 2) the speech I had in mind would sound so much better if I looked the part. I've always dreamed of doing the red pill/blue pill bit.

So yesterday, with faeries in tow (or in tow of my four faeries), we located Priya's house and knocked at her door. Yes, she recognized Keanu Reeves. Yes, she was utterly confused by him visiting her house. But also yes, she let me in and offered me coffee. I gave her the whole speech about knowing what she'd gone through the day before, told her she deserved compensation for the trauma, and that there was a shocking reality beyond the one she already knew—a world of magical creatures and, well, incredible adventures. (I decided to leave out the mind-blowing sex just not to freak her out more than necessary.)

She did not hesitate and took the red pill. The four faeries appeared and introduced themselves. At first, she thought the pill was a drug that made her see things, so she freaked out a little. The faeries calmed her down the best way they knew how: with a mind-blowing thundering squirting orgasm that soaked the entire crotch of her jeans. With a little extra spell, Grief cleaned her up and gave her a fresh set of high-fashion clothing. She was convinced.

I told her that for the next five days, she'd get a new wish every day, courtesy of my faerie friends. What did she want for her first day?

"That orgasm I just had... Could I have the ability to give myself more orgasms like that at will?"

My own reaction surprised me a little: I felt like rolling my eyes. How unoriginal. Then I realized it was a perfectly safe and natural thing to start with. Great risk-to-reward ratio. I looked the faeries and they nodded in agreement. It was Fantasia who cast the spell on her, and she made sure receiving the spell would cause her another roaring climax. Just because.

We told her the spell would last only until midnight and that we'd be back "tomorrow" (that's today) to grant her another wish. So as soon as I'm finished writing this, I'm on my way to see her and find out how her day went.

--Jaycee