I already sold a “Make Me Your Writing Bitch” story to a reader. I’m putting it here for members to enjoy.
The brief, proposed by John Kelbaugh, read like this: “Jaycee meets a Drag Queen or Crossplayer getting harassed by assholes, and the Faerie takes over from there.”
It was fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading it.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
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Lara Croft was being harassed by the Hulk and He-Man.
At least, that’s what it looked like at first glance. Naturally, these were all cosplayers and I had just entered the bathrooms of a local comic book convention. The oddity, of course, was that Lara Croft was being crossplayed by a male. He had obviously put a great deal of effort in his costume and could almost pass off for the real article.
The other two, Hulk and He-Man, had not been fooled. Hulk was behind Lara and holding “her” arms behind her back; He-Man, harboring a leering expression that turned my stomach, was massaging Lara’s large-but-clearly-fake breasts through the form-fitting top. Their victim was struggling to free himself, but he had neither the strength nor the skills to escape the two bullies.
“Check these out,” He-Man said. “Just like yo mama’s tits!”
Hulk guffawed. “Leave Hulk’s mom out of this!” he bellowed, still in character. “Or Hulk smash YOUR mom!”
The two thought it was all very funny. Attitude landed on my shoulder and looked at the two assailants.
“Bullies,” she said disapprovingly. “They should pick on someone their own size.”
Without waiting for my approval (or disapproval), she flicked a wrist in their directions. Almost instantly, the two fake superheroes seemed struck by a wave of dizziness and released Lara Croft (who wasted no time bolting out of the bathroom). I noticed the change in Hulk first, probably because he was facing me. His large pecs bulged out and morphed into spectacular green breasts. His waist narrowed and hips became broader, straining the streams of his (or her) tight jeans. Also, the bulge in his pants he must have been so proud of vanished. His hair grew longer, and when they were done, it was clear he had become She-Hulk. Something similar had happened to He-Man, I realized–he was now She-Ra, the famous Princess of Power from the Eighties.
But more importantly, the two looked at each other with a slight blush.
“You hot, bro!” She-Hulk said.
“You too,” She-Ra replied.
Thanks to my faerie sight, I could tell Attitude had done more than just change their genders; she had jacked up their arousal to eleven. She-Hulk’s nipples were growing erect and puffy by the minute. She held a hand at her crotch, groping her genitals and moaning softly. She-Ra was similarly affected. She tore the front of her outfit to free her large breasts and caressed them with one hand; her other hand had slipped behind the waist of her outfit and she was blatantly pushing fingers in and out of her pussy.
Within moments, the two got close to one another and kissed. If they were disgusted at each other, it really didn’t show. They groped at each other with increased lust, then slid to the ground and squirmed against each other, all breasts and muscles, wet tongues and slits. A minute later, they were in sixty-nine position and avidly licking each other’s pussy, their screams of delight muffled by their partner’s vagina.
I looked at Attitude and scratched my head.
“You know,” I asked, “there’s something I don’t get. Since when do you know who She-Hulk and She-Ra are?”
Attitude just shrugged, her eyes fixed on the two lovers, who, incidentally, seemed to be getting ever closer to remarkable climaxes.
“You’re a nerd. I learn things.”
She turned to stare at me above her sunglasses.
“Leave it alone,” she said.
So I did.
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