Jaycee's Blog - Fri, May 14

When I woke up this morning, the four faeries had finally emerged from their bedroom and were having some "fun" rearranging my place.

Attitude, as the senior resident here, took over the living room. She gave it an old-school Greek look that included some anatomically accurate (if slightly exaggerated) male statues. I'm a little embarrassed to say that my lingering lady parts had a somewhat embarrassing reaction at the sight of those. (How long will that transformation spell last?)

Fantasia, whom Attitude introduced as her "older sister," took over the kitchen. She redecorated it in a very medieval style, so my nice island counter is now an impressive (if archaic) slab of worn wood that would be right at home in the lab of some evil sorcerer performing ritual human sacrifice. This is an odd contrast with Fantasia's personality, which is carefree and vivacious.

The third faerie is Naughtybelle, who took over the dining area and decorated it with countless mirrors. I have to be careful about how I word this (in case any of them read my blog), but I'd say she's bursting with personality—perhaps more than one. She talks to herself in the mirrors a lot. Make of that what you will.

And fourth is Grief, the youngest of them as I understand it. She took over my office and I must admit she made it nicer. It's very modern and comfortable. Despite that, she's the most hostile to me. It didn't help that Attitude introduced me as a hopeless lech and pervert. Grief is apparently an ardent feminist and has a punishing attitude towards my ilk.

With their introductions done, Attitude declared that since I used to be Minx's human, and that she's no longer with us, I'm fair game to any faerie with aching boobs and an excess of magic to spend. As soon as she said that, I was the target of several spells. I'm now 5' 4", with long blond hair, and DD-cup boobs. I'm wearing a slingshot bikini, a butt plug, and fuck-me-hard  boots that I'm not allowed to take off. (As I've discovered, any attempt at removing them sends me in a series of frenzied orgasms that leaves me drooling on the floor for several minutes.)

Somehow, I don't think my life has improved one bit from all of this.

Also: I miss Minx. :(

--Jaycee