Jaycee's Blog - Mon, May 10

There are life-changing days, and there are life-changing days. Today was one of those.

The first step of my master plan to rescue the faeries hinged on a difficult ritual I noticed in the later sections of the notebook. It talked about faceshifting. I'd left it alone (like most of the notebook) because it involved complicated rituals, hard-to-find ingredients, precise timing, and risk of life-altering consequences. But hey, you've all been pushing me to rescue the faeries, so I kind of had to do it, right?

(I am SUCH a pushover!)

Faceshifting, in case the word doesn't give it away, is about altering your appearance (face only) to look like someone else. I figured it'd be a great way to infiltrate the Church of Scientology if I could get in as Olivia, get a hold of an E-meter, use it on one of the guards, suggest that he takes me to the faerie room under promise of sexual compensation, and free the faeries before having to make good on that promise.

It was a dumb, dumb plan, and for that precise reason I thought it would work. No one would see it coming.

The first problem was the faceshifting. Other than the fact that it took two full days of work (i.e. my entire weekend), it drained me of every bit of faerie energy I had left. I'm now as mundane as the rest of you. Also—and perhaps more importantly—it worked and it misfired. It gave me Olivia's face (yay for that!), but also her body. I am now like her twin sister.

Whee.

With some luck, it'll probably wear off after a few days. It's not like I'm capable of permanent magic—even faeries can't do that.

The rest of my plan worked well enough. I did make it to the Church of Scientology (wearing Olivia's clothes) and pretend-apologized for being incommunicado for the last few days. Health issues, that kind of stuff. They bought it. And it may be that Olivia is quite the promiscuous little tramp because several of the security guards flirted with me. Let me tell you, feeling another guy's erection nestled between your butt cheeks is not my idea of a good time. I clumsily flirted back with one of them (the one with the smallest "bulge"), and pretended we could be naughty—I'd strap him to an e-meter and pretend to dominate him. That turned him on a great deal, even though it seems to be something very illegal within the Church.

One thing led to another, and before long he was compliant to most of my suggestions, chief among them: take me to the room where they're keeping the faeries. Just to look at them. It was against all the rules, but his micro-erection got the best of him and he took me there.

There were half a dozen faerie cages dangling from the ceiling. I immediately spotted Attitude in one of them; two were empty; the other three faeries were strangers to me.

None of them were Minx.

Before my guard friend could stop me, I freed Attitude (who, I learned later, had immediately recognized me). She cast a curse on the guard who collapsed to the ground in fetal position, quaking in what must have been the best continuous orgasm of his life. She then freed the other three faeries and ordered me to take them home right away. I opened my mouth to ask about Minx, but she gave me a withering stare and I just shut up.

So we made it back to my home (which, in case I haven't mentioned it, is now newly warded against intrusive spiders). The faeries locked themselves in a guest bedroom and have told me to leave them alone.

I hear a lot of sobbing coming from that room.

--Jaycee