When I woke up this morning, I could feel something was wrong with me. When you've been afflicted by faerie curses a few times, you begin to notice a few patterns. Like what I was feeling this morning -- a combo between a hangover and a slight fever. If you're a normal person, you probably would think it's just a bad day. Me, I know better.

It wasn't long before I found out what was wrong with me. The moment I ran into Morgan, I knew I was i trouble.

I could see right through all her clothing. I could tell she was dressed, but it was all faded, like I was watching her through a twisted, faerie-designed x-ray machine. All skin, no clothes. So I could see everything about her, every detail on her skin. Every curve. Every pore.

She looked at me weird as I was standing there, coffee in hand, staring at her breasts like a drooling idiot. I slowly lowered my clipboard to hide my growing erection. It was too late, she had noticed. And I could tell that beneath her clothing, she was getting flushed. And other bits and parts of her body were reacting, too. I was getting excited, she was noticing, and getting excited in response.

She quickly walked away and I didn't see her for the rest of the day.

Dammit! Stupid faerie! You can't play with me like this!

--Jaycee