Fantasia's Blog - Faerie Cola (III)

Jaycee here, acting once again as Fantasia's bitch-typist (she insisted I use those exact words). Our third adventure in Faerie Cola was surprisingly gratifying, so while I'm still being used and abused like the compliant hoochie that I am (again, her words), I'm happy to tell this particular tale.

Two weeks ago, I used my metaphorical leash to bring Jaycee to a Christians Mingle evening in downtown Quebec City. As always, Jaycee was reluctant (and that may have to do with the revealing outfit I forced him to wear), but I assure you he was a huge success with the repressed attendees. I made sure he wore a nice and revealing leather outfit with an open cleavage that reached below his (her?) navel. It was open on the sides too, so there was much sideboobage to admire—and admire it they did, especially the men. I also outfitted him with a thong that looped high above his (very sexy) hips; I know from experience it gets men thinking about what's between a girl's legs. And speaking of which, I thought it'd be fun to make Jaycee tall enough that his boobs would be in everyone's face, so I made him 6' tall without the heels.

So with that statuesque amazon in tow, we mingled with those goofy Christians. To get past the door, I'd outfitted Jaycee with a huge bejeweled Christian cross that rested almost horizontally on his boobs, but I needn't have worried. There was no one monitoring the door, so we got in unnoticed (until I paraded Jaycee around, and then everyone noticed "her"). Men leered discreetly at his impressive rack while girls glared in his direction.

It was Jaycee who spotted Olivia—I'll give him credit for that, at least, clueless as he is in the rest of his life. (Faithful readers may remember Olivia Tremblay, a.k.a. Jehovah Girl, a.k.a. the girl who helped us get into the Church to rescue the faeries. --Jaycee) Since Jaycee looked completely different from the last time she saw him, I "encouraged" him to bring her a soft drink and flirt with her. He complied (like there was ever any doubt) and sat across from her. He had two drinks, one that was spiked with faerie dust, the other for him. I figured he deserved a break, and the one I wanted was Olivia anyway.

They started chatting, and Olivia was obviously uncomfortable. She was pretty enough, but not like our sexy bombshell Jaycee, of course. No girl can compete with a faerie-enhanced bimbo. And I don't mind telling you, Jaycee was enjoying this. (Yeah, I kinda was.) Olivia wasn't used to other women flirting with her, and Jaycee was doing a decent job of coming on to her. It wasn't long before she tried to hide her embarrassment by taking several sips from her drink, and I waited for the effect to start.

One by one, her inhibitions vanished, and she began flirting back with Jaycee. I could see from her aura that she was getting a little curious and turned on by the possibilities. Jaycee—who knew what to expect—was clever enough to realize she was hooked, and soon she became playful. When he dared her to sit in his lap, she did. When he asked her for a chaste kiss on his cheek, she complied. When he Frenched her on the mouth, she didn't resist. When he touched her privates, she raised her skirt above her waist, straddled Jaycee's legs, and humped against him.

Things quickly escalated from there. Olivia soon ripped open her blouse and pushed her boobs into Jaycee's face, and guided his hands inside her panties for some nice, slick fun. That's when a girl from the staff told Olivia she had to stop and tried taking her out. Olivia was in no mood to be interrupted now that her engine was going, but she didn't mind switching targets. She tackled the waitress and went all #MeToo on her until three of the male staff pulled Olivia away. It took some doing to kick her out, and only two of the guys came back in. I know what the third one did, and I'm not telling. :)

And so went the last of my Faerie Cola batch. I'm sure I'll make more at some other point, though perhaps for a different kind of use. Maybe some toothpaste, or perhaps some perfume... Anyway, this was fun, and I'm a little grateful to Jaycee for pointing her out in the crowd. Maybe it's time to let our Jaycee out of the dog house and let his transformation spell run out. It was fun watching him try to masturbate as a female for a while (it's NOT as easy as you think! --Jaycee), but he's been punished enough on behalf of humans.

And it's not like there aren't enough of you for us to punish.

--Fantasia (and Jaycee!)