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Jaycee's Blog - Sat, Apr 23
🕑 Added 2022-04-24 00:26:54 +0000 UTCIn my last entry, I mentioned that maybe it was time for a change. I've given it a lot of thought and...it's more than a maybe. I've been stuck in this static life, working this static job, meeting no one new and trying nothing new. I talked it over with Fantasia, the most senior resident faerie now that Attitude has left. It's not like Grief gives two spits about me, and Naughtybelle, well...she's crazier than a bag full of cats.
I told Fantasia I needed a change, a big one. When she asked what I had in mind, I said I wasn't sure—which was true—but I wanted a new life. I didn't want to lose my circle of friends, but I kind of wanted to do a different job, maybe live in a different city, maybe even a different country. She nodded, rubbing her chin as if sifting through a number of scenarios. It didn't take long for me to realize she was no longer listening to me. Instead, she was looking up pensively and mumbling to herself. Finally, she interrupted me, obviously no longer interested in my hopes and aspirations.
"You should sleep on it," she said with a wink. "I think tomorrow, you'll have a completely fresh perspective on it."
That was last night. I knew I was in trouble and tried pressing her for details on what she meant, but she shushed me.
So this morning, I did wake up a different person. In fact, I wasn't even in my condo anymore. I was somewhere else, in someone else's bed, and in someone else's body. It didn't take long for me to see I was in a female body, and a pretty hot one at that. I got out of bed and looked for the bathroom. The apartment was familiar, like I'd been there before, but I was still disoriented from sleep and couldn't quite place it. When I got to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, though, I had no trouble recognizing who I now was.
I'm Brooke.
--Jaycee(?)
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IvyReed
Wonder what curses that were active on Brooke may or may not have transferred over.
