Carly vaguely remembered putting on some clothes before going out to run, hoping some exercise would clear her mind of her recent argument with her boyfriend (something about him calling her a frigid bitch). Her mind was a little foggy, now, and her legs were weak and shaking. Heat was rising within her and she wondered if she’d have enough time to get back home to screw his brains out, or just take care of business right then and there. Maybe if she hadn’t yelled so loud, she might not have irritated a nearby faerie, and things would have gone differently. –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”

Bruce’s throw had nearly hit the faerie. It didn’t matter to her that he couldn’t see her (she only appeared to him as a small dragonfly). Her spell didn’t miss Bruce, though. Now transformed into a buxom female version of himself, he struggles with the rising arousal that spreads inside him. This should be a game to remember… –Jaycee “I’m doing it.”