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Jaycee's Blog - Thu, July 6
🕑 Added 2023-07-07 11:09:08 +0000 UTCThe idea of going after the Coterie is still in my head, but I have to be realistic. Having Tarantina on my side is a plus, but because she can't cast magic on me, it still means I'm vulnerable. A knife in the back or a sniper bullet will still pierce my skin and kill me.
As I've been thinking about this, I've explored (with Tarantina's reluctant help) ways of making myself less vulnerable. That should be Step 1 of any attack on the Coterie anyway. I can't have indestructible skin (like Superman), but I can wear nigh-indestructible clothes—and that's something Tarantina can provide for me. I asked her to create a very comfortable bodysuit that would cover me from head to toe (including the face) with a pull-back cowl in case I'd need to show my face. She complied unhappily.
When I put it on, I found it pretty comfortable, but the lime green color she'd selected for it made me look ridiculous. We had a conversation about that, then it got me thinking: what if the suit could turn into any human appearance of my choosing? That would be perfect to blend in and do any investigation I liked.
And so I wished it, and so it was done.
To boot, a little extra strength wouldn't hurt—just twice the human average. I thought about asking for more, but I didn't want to accidentally hurt or kill people. This would just be for emergencies or escape purposes.
And so I wished it, and so it was done.
I had more ideas (like mind control, invisibility, flight, etc.), but Tarantina said there was only so much magic an item could hold, and each new enchantment was increasingly challenging to cast. By the time we were done with the extra strength, she was pretty exhausted and said there wasn't room for anything else. That was fine with me. The suit was good enough already and I always had Tarantina handy in case I needed something else.
When it came time to try the suit's shapechanging abilities, I did what any of you would have done in my shoes: I tried morphing into a chick. I chose a shape I've become very familiar with of late: my gal pal Jennifer. BAM! I was her, complete with the haircut, big boobs, shirt and pants, and various accessories. When I grabbed "my" boobs, it didn't feel like I was grabbing myself, but they felt completely real (and very very soft in my hands). When I checked between my legs, I found the outside of female genitalia, though no opening (obviously—it's still a suit).
So while I was at it, I decided it might be fun to spend the night out as Jennifer. I went to a pub, sat at the bar, and got myself a drink. It wasn't long before some guy came to talk to me, introducing himself as Tom and asking for my name. I knew I was going to use "Jennifer" (because why not?), but it was only as I said the name out loud that I realized I hadn't asked Tarantina to have the suit alter my voice to fit my appearance. so with my usual bass voice, I answered.
"I'm Jennifer, nice to meet--"
As I heard myself, I kind of choked on the words. Then I saw Tom's horrified expression and quickly realized where his mind had gone—where anyone's mind would have gone. The first thing he'd go to wasn't "oh, here's a man in a magical suit that's posing as a woman." No, his mind went to something else completely. Something very predictable.
"Ah!" he said with disgust. "Fucking trans. Everywhere, these days."
And he turned around to walk away. Like I was garbage, like I was less than human. I don't know why I reacted so strongly. There was something in his contempt that just got to me. I got up, beer in hand, spun him around, and threw my beer at his face. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted with surprising violence. He punched me in the stomach.
That's when I realized there was a second flaw in my suit. I'd asked for it to be indestructible, which meant a blade or a bullet couldn't pierce it. That still left me vulnerable to impacts. So when Tom punched me, I felt it for sure. It took me a moment to recover, which gave him time to grab me by the neck and prepare a punch in the face.
I intercepted his fist and held it for a moment, then clenched my fingers hard around it. It didn't break his bones, but he realized just how much stronger than him I was. One punch then another, and he was out cold on the floor. I paid for my drink, left a good tip to the waiter, and walked out. I saw that several girls were looking at me in awe and were cheering my victory over that douchebag. They probably had no clue why the fight had occurred, but they were undoubtedly happy to see a "sister" fighting back the patriarchy.
So that was a couple of nights ago. I've been having tons of fun with the suit, morphing into various celebrity look-alikes and making (silent) appearances in various clubs around Montreal. I'm going to get more familiar with wearing the suit before I try anything with the Coterie. If I learned anything from my altercation with Douchebag Tom, it's that I should get some practice with the small stuff before I take on the big stuff. Work out the kinks and all that, get some experience so I don't get myself accidentally killed.
But yeah, I think I still want to take on the Coterie...
--Jaycee
