Jaycee's Blog - Wed, Dec 8

The gift of the day was futastic, to borrow Naughtybelle's term for it. It allowed me to turn women into hermaphrodites—in other words, to give them penises. There were a few downsides to it, though. The first was that it would happen to any woman I looked at. The second was that my own dick was gone until midnight.

I started my day after a looong bath that put a big smile on my face. (What? If I'm gonna have ladybits, I'm certainly going to take advantage of it and have some fun.) As always, because I work from home, I wouldn't interact with a lot of people face to face, but it gave me time to plan my evening. Around lunch time, I made my way to Maelstrom to get myself a coffee. I stared at my feet all the way there, not wanting to accidentally give penises to innocent passersby, but when I got to the coffee shop, I looked at Francine (the barista, remember?) straight in the eye. I could see something was "wrong" while she was preparing my coffee, but she was a pro about it.

I couldn't see below her waist because of the counter, but the flush of her face and her rapid breathing suggested she didn't only have a penis, but a hard one to boot. I'm going to have to be careful around her. If too many things happen when I'm there, she's going to make the connection. But just this once, it was fun watching her squirm from up close. I even got a little wet watching her "suffer."

For the evening, I decided to treat myself to dinner at Buenanotte, probably the nicest Italian restaurant in town. It's known for two things: excellent food and absolutely gorgeous waitresses. Don't believe me? Here's what some of them look like:

Now please imagine these girls with something long and thick growing between their legs while they work. That was the kind of fun I had all through dinner. I did discover a few things about the day's gift: they didn't all get the same size of endowment—some were long and thick, others were short and small—not that I could actually see those.

My own waitress got what I like to call an elephant trunk. She was fine until she arrived at my table, but the moment I glanced up at her, she gasped a little. She squirmed while greeting me and trying to take my order, but she couldn't stand still for very long. I glanced at her crotch and saw a bulge forming there, then stretching into an impressive erection that pushed against her tight (and short!) dress. And that thing came with some impressive balls, let me tell you! She rushed off in a panic. Not wanting to make myself a target of suspicions, I quickly looked at as many of the other waitresses I could. It was sure to cause enough of a commotion (and a scandal) that no one would pay attention to me.

Worked like a charm.

I also (quite accidentally) caught sight of several female customers in the process, causing them a fair bit of shock and discomfort. Not to all of them, though. There were these two gorgeous ladies having a romantic dinner a few tables away from mine. They were dressed in classy evening attire and wore elaborate makeup that suggested this was a very special levent for them. I'm sure I made it even more special. They looked surprised at first, especially when their hands went to check what their minds couldn't believe. Their stunned expressions gave way to something else. They whispered to each other, nodded, and got up—holding their purses strategically to hide what would be shocking erections. Upon seeing the long lineup of female waitresses waiting to get into the ladies bathroom, they instead disappeared into the men's. Probably figured that since they had dicks, they qualified.

I'm pretty sure they had a good time. And me, I felt a little horny and empty, so I decided to follow them, enter the adjacent booth, and fly solo while listening to their hushed moans.

A good night was had any all, I would say.

--Jaycee