Occasionally (like last night), Lana and I go catch a flick. Yesterday, we went to see Due Date, with Robert Downey Jr. It’s not a particularly funny movie, but (like Meet the Parents), it’s chock-full of awkward moments that just make you squirm with discomfort. Normally, those distract me for about a half hour, then I focus on munching popcorn and texting some friends back.
But not last night.
Continue reading “Movie Night”
Lana was acting pretty weird last night. I know she had an appointment with a doctor to have herself checked (finally!) during her lunch hour about her nipples issue. When I asked her about it, she just said the doctor was a bit perplexed about her problem. She described everything, from the painful ghost biting she says she feels, to the arousal they generate at the most inopportune moments. (It’s true, I’ve noticed it with my own eyes — we were washing the dishes side by side, the other night, and they just POPPED out and became hard as rocks. And then SHE melted…)
Anyway, the doctor examined her, she said, and took some blood samples. Lana is expecting some news from the doctor’s office before the end of the week.
To me, it feels like she’s hiding something. Don’t know what, but I intend to find out…
–Jaycee
Have you ever had a guest that needed a place to stay for a short while, but then just wouldn’t take the hint, and stay at your place for an indefinite amount of time?
Me, I have Brooke.
This isn’t the first time that Brooke stays at my place for a while. He’s been between jobs before, and I’ve always been happy to help out. But that’s when he was a dude. Now, he’s this incredibly hot chick, but who keeps behaving half the time like a messy bachelor guy. That means when he’s not remembering he has a female body when he wakes up in the morning, he just walks out of the guest room with only his pajama bottoms on, boobs all out, scratching his butt on his way to the bathroom, and gives me an eyeful without him even realizing what he’s doing.
Continue reading “Boob Envy?”
The last week, a flurry of women came in and out of my apartment like there was a shoe sale or something.
Lana has been visiting me regularly. Part of it, I think, is her suspicion that Brooke (who’s been at my place a lot, of late) might have set “her” sights on me. Since Lana doesn’t know much about Brooke, it’s easy to get the wrong idea. I’ve been ignoring the issue, in the sense that I don’t make a bit deal of Brooke when in front of Lana, but I’m pretty sure there’s going to be some kind of fight about this in the future.
Then, there’s Mandy. She’s been coming to my place a lot because she’s begun “cleaning up” her old journal, which she says she wants to publish in small installments in the forums. Also, she comes here to meet up with Brooke, to teach him a bit about “being a woman.” Since we’re all pretending that Brooke has ALWAYS been a woman, and has just been hypnotized to THINK he was a man, Mandy is saying she’s just there to “remind her how to be a woman.”
Continue reading “Meanwhile…” 
Mandy and I took advantage of Brooke’s bathroom break to have a quick strategic conversation about the next steps.
“You’re not going to tell him about faeries, are you?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, I think that’d be a bit too much for him right now.”
“So what, then? A total sex change is a BIG thing. How are you going to explain that?”
Well, she had me there. I heard the toilet flush and the door open. Brooke was coming back. I’d just have to wing it.
“Sorry ’bout that,” Brooke said. “I’m… not sure what’s come over me. Look, bro, now that you’ve seen the spot I’m in, are you gonna help?”
Continue reading “Brooke: The New You (Part III)”
Brooke had just had a massive orgasms right before our eyes. And now, he lay in a shivering heap at our feet, panting and recovering. Mandy and I looked at each other, somewhat puzzled, until it clicked. And then it clicked again! And again a third time.
Continue reading “Brooke: The New You (Part II)”
It took me a good minute before I was able to come to terms with what (who?) I was looking at. I’d known Attitude to get really nasty (what she did to Mandy, for instance, was pretty bad), but an actual sex change was beyond extreme, even for her. There was no denying that Brooke’s new look was one of pure, unbridled sexuality. I can’t quite bring myself to think of him as a she, so I’m going to keep calling him for the time being. His body was straight out of the pages of Playboy, all hips and legs and breasts and all that stuff that makes me fantasize about women. He was wearing his typical “pick-up artist” outfit, but a sexier, female version of it.
Continue reading “Brooke: The New You (Part I)” 
I finally caved in to curiosity and SMS’d Brooke back. Told him I’d be home yesterday, and if he REALLY wanted to talk, all he needed to do was to show up. What I DIDN’T say in my text message was that I wouldn’t be alone. I’d be there with Mandy. We’d have a few things to talk about, for sure.
It was around 20:00 when we heard the door bell ring. Figuring I’d be smart or something, I asked Mandy to go answer the door and let him in. My bet was that upon seeing Mandy in my apartment, he’d know that I knew about their relationship, and that would make him sweat some more. Mandy thought it was a bit juvenile of me, but accepted to play along to humor me. So I stayed in the living room, facing outside, staring at the night outside through the window bay doors.
Continue reading “A Shocking Visit”
It’s now 6:25 AM and Mandy just left. We spent the night up talking. There was a LOT to talk about.
When she showed up last night, I could tell there was something VERY different about her. Beyond the fact she no longer had that killer Playmate body, she also no longer radiated sexuality like before. She was back to the Mandy I knew. The one I really loved, before Attitude had her way with her.
Continue reading “The Not-So-New Mandy” 
It was late last night when I heard a knock at my door. Lana had left about half an hour earlier and I was just getting myself ready for bed.
I live in an apartment building. To get into the building, you need a key. So logic dictated this was someone with a key. I immediately figured it was Lana. I called out to her as I opened the door.
Continue reading “Back For More?”
Just a quick update for those of you who’ve been following my crazy life:
- Morgan hasn’t hit on me in a bit over two weeks, but she’s constantly giving me that “vibe” that it’s going to happen again soon. She stares at me when she thinks I can’t see her, and sometimes, after looking me for a long time, she “excuses” herself and locks herself in her office. I can easily imagine what she’s doing in there.
- No news from Meghan. Good riddance there. As for Brooke, he still leaves the occasional message, but I keep ignoring them.
Continue reading “My Crazy Life (Update)”
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