“Attitude looked on, satisfied with her handiwork. The Sticky Sex Chair curse was one of her favorites. The moment Laurel sat on it, she was stuck there. Then, that feeling of penetration started. It was thick, and hard, and filled her perfectly. And when, finally, the pumping motion began inside her, she lost all notion of time and place…”
“Attitude’s eyes lit up with mischief. The blonde on the right was now experiencing intense sexual curiosity like she never had before. And as a bonus, that curiosity would infect anyone she touched. This was about to get very interesting.”
Strip #13 the “Bloomin’ Studio” series.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
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Hey all,
After 4 years, I’m finally getting into the social media side of things. I’ve had a facebook page for a LONG time, but wasn’t using it much. I seem to have a bit more energy these days and I’m finding that being on social media is a bit more rewarding than it used to be. And for the last few days, I’ve posted a few “cursed chicks of the day” just for fun. That’s a photo of a cute chick, and a 2- to 3-line narrative explaining what happened to her.

–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Strip #10 in the “Cassandra” series.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
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Obviously, Martine really can’t go to work in “his” condition.
For normal people, if something like that happened, you’d think they’d flip out. Not Martine, though. All of this sexual weirdness seems completely natural to her. More than it is for me, apparently. Gender swapping still weirds me out, even after everything that happened with Brooke a few years back. But no, Martine just rolls with it. She called in sick (pretending to be her own brother) and said she was taking some time off to nurse herself back to health.
The truth is, she’s found a new “toy” (if you catch my meaning) and she’s been spending a lot of “private time” playing with it in the bathroom. Tonight, I decided enough was enough, and it was time to get her laid. The moment I suggested it, Martine became overly enthusiastic and took over. She knew WHERE she wanted to go, WHO she wanted to do, and I was going to help. She grabbed the car keys, gestured for me to follow, and off we were.
To the SuperSexe, apparently. Yeah, that’s where she works. But looking like a man, it was completely inconspicuous. No one recognized her, but she knew everybody else. She pointed me a slim blonde with a huge rack that was quietly texting on her phone in a corner. She had short hair, glasses, and looked too smart to work in a strip joint.
“That’s Evelyn,” Martin said. “She’s hot, but not at all into chicks.”
There was an edge of disappointment in Martin’s tone that caught my attention. “You want her?” Martin nodded. I leaned my head toward Minx, who was discreetly perched on my shoulder. “You want to take this one?” I whispered.
Minx squee’d and jumped off my shoulders, flying off toward Evelyn. I leaned toward Martin. “Why don’t you pretend you’re going to the bathroom?” Martin nodded, got up, and headed downstairs.
I sat alone at the table, watching Martin go, then turning my attention to Evelyn. Minx was standing on her head throwing little bolts of energy at the girl’s boobs and crotch. Evelyn shifted around, probably trying to relieve some invisible itch without anyone noticing, but that wasn’t going to work. Minx just kept zapping and zapping. Evelyn’s nipples appeared to grow increasingly erect under the white top of her outfit. I couldn’t see what was happening at her crotch, but I could easily imagine it. After a minute of this, she got up and unsteadily headed downstairs, where Martin was waiting.
I later found out the details. Apparently, Minx made it so the poor girl chose the wrong door, entering instead a closet. Minx then went to get Martin. Apparently, when Martin entered the closet, the poor girl was sitting back on a chair, both hands groping all her sensitive bits, looking like she was ready for wild sex.
Which, as I understand it, Martin was happy to provide. Again, I didn’t get the details, but I was by myself for a good half hour before Martin came back. The satisfied grin on his face said it all.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Wolverine not feeling like herself, today…
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
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Both the sketch and the color version of Mondays strip are now available (members only).
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
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Hey all,
I just decided to support a DeviantArt contest. This one is about Goo Girls–that’s just the general theme. 1st prize includes 4000 DA points (courtesy of yours truly).
The contest is
HERE!
As an additional incentive for BF fans to contribute, if any of the top three contest winners is featuring a Goo-ified character from Bloomin’ Faeries!, I’ll give each of its creators a 3-month subscription to the members area.
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
A number of readers have suggested I look into Patreon. After looking at it, I didn’t see the value it was bringing to the table. I already have a members area, I wasn’t sure there was much of a point in creating an additional, parallel system. It felt redundant to me.
Then I realized Patreon supports something I don’t: CREDIT CARDS!
That’s all it took to convert me. So if you were thinking of supporting Bloomin’ Faeries! but weren’t doing it because you don’t have/don’t want a Paypal account, here’s the perfect opportunity for you! You don’t get the same kind of rewards, but I’m hoping you’ll help us out anyway. We accept anything, starting as low as $1/month (which buys you lots of my love) and going as high as $25/month (limited slots, allowing you once a month to request that a character of your choice be featured in a strip–PLUS it gives you a membership to the members area).
So please follow this link and throw some dollars at me.

(I feel like a cheap stripper, now…)
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”
Three new scripts in the members area.
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So Martine is now Martin. Has been for a few days, now, which is causing us no small amount of distress.
There’s a few problems with the situation. First, all the biological parts, to which Martine is not accustomed. Like having a constant erection, for example. Martine likes guys, but her penis hasn’t gotten THAT memo. And while her body is now male, she still walks and acts like a girl, which makes “Martin” appear flamboyantly gay. She still grabs my hand by reflex when we’re in public, which, well… it makes me uncomfortable, is all. I’m not into guys. I should point out, however, that if I were, Martin would be my top pick. In the same way that Martine’s female body is spectacularly hot, her male body is equally impressive. We’re talking great pecs, awesome abs, awesome muscular definition, square jaw, piercing eyes, the works.
But hey, I just don’t swing that way. Aside from that awkward moment after Attitude transformed her into him (a moment we will NOT discuss here), we’re both clear on where the other one stands.
Also there’s the matter of our “connection,” which is still there. I can read her sexual moods quite clearly, even if she’s in a male body, and I can push fantasies onto her if I’m not careful. Like yesterday during rush hour, in the crowded subway… We haven’t had sex in days and she’s been feeling quite… aroused. I noticed distractedly she was facing this very hot chick who had her back turned to Martin. She must have been going through a dry spell herself because I noticed she was fairly aroused. Before I noticed what I was doing, my mind drifted and I imagined her getting further aroused. And then, Martin’s erection would grow harder. He would make a step in her direction, his bulging crotch a mere inch from her round butt. And then, it would just take one false move, and the needy girl would bump back into him, feel that hard manhood so close to her heated parts, and…
Martin turned to me, eyes wide with alarm, and punched me in the arm. I realized what I was doing (involuntarily, I swear!) and I stopped. Disaster averted.
But part of me still thinks that would have been kind of hot. What would have the girl’s reaction been? Shock and horror, or would she have succumbed?
Maybe we’ll find out…
–Jaycee
“I’m doing it.”