Jaycee's Blog - Thu, Nov 11

I'd like to update you on the pedophile priest I mentioned in previous blog posts (here and here). I should thank you for the suggestions. I ran most of them through Attitude, who just flat out rejected them. She said he's suffered enough and is still suffering; she doesn't want to pile on. I'll tell you, it's really odd to see Attitude having compassion for someone. I don't know what her story is with him. I've asked a few times and got a look that says "shut up or I'll put a dick in the middle of your face."

So if the direct approach wasn't going to work, I figured I might try something indirect. I asked Attitude if we could follow him to his church and if I could approach him there during confession. It's getting too cold to find him in the park all the time, so if we're going to continue this experiment, we should take it to a place where he's going to be for the next few weeks or months.

Attitude agreed. Since control of my body had returned to Naughtybelle, she had to ask permission from her first. My "mistress" (like all faeries) holds grudges for a long time, so she was still pissed at me for my insults last month. She agreed to let Attitude be my temporary mistress until the end of the month, but Attitude had to humiliate me in public at least once a day.

That's going to be fun. :(

With her permission, we followed the pedophile priest to his church. On Sunday, Attitude altered my appearance so I'd look like a fifty-something year-old man. I went to confession where Father Robert (the aforementioned priest, whose name I finally learned) listened to my sins. This is where (in my opinion) it gets interesting. I confessed to having dirty thoughts about children. I admitted to things that turned my stomach (which I won't repeat here), hoping to see if he'd react or offer some advice. He listened in silence.

"Am...am I forgiven, Father?" I asked with what I hoped was a touch of sincerity in my voice.

I'm not a confession expert, so I don't know if his reaction was normal or not. There was a long pause, then he finally spoke.

"God knows what's in your heart, my son, and He knows you mean these children no harm. You must keep these urges to yourself and never act on them. All humans are sinners. We all think like sinners. It's what we do that shows God how we love Him. Keep your love of God in your heart and your soul will be saved."

With that, he gave me absolution, a few prayers to recite every night and morning, and sent me on my way. I left the confession booth a little perturbed, both by having acted as a pedophile for ten minutes or so and because I didn't know what to think of him.

My confusion didn't last long. As I left the booth, my belt disappeared. My pants—which had suddenly become too large for me—fell down and bunched around my knees. I lost my balance and fell forward against the floor, my underwear exposed for all to see.

So that was my Sunday. Attitude made sure the week went downhill from there.

How's YOUR week going?

--Jaycee