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Jaycee's Blog - Tue, Dec 14
🕑 Added 2021-12-15 12:15:11 +0000 UTCYesterday was...eventful.
The daily gift from the faeries was the ability to transfer my consciousness into someone else's body. My own body would fall asleep and the other person's consciousness would be temporarily suppressed (and have no memory of what happened). The only trick to it was that it would require skin-to-skin contact—which, in winter, can be tricky if you're outside.
At any rate, that seemed like the perfect opportunity to get closer to Derek St-Pierre (whom I mentioned in a previous entry). He's a city councillor for Quebec City's new mayor, Bruno Marchand. This meant he would be at City Hall during the day. Since it's a public building, getting access to it wouldn't be too hard. The trick would be to find a way to leave my body in a spot that wouldn't be too conspicuous. I decided it would be safer to go early.
As soon as I got in, I found a security guard and played the you-got-something-on-your-cheek trick. When he failed to wipe it out, I touched his cheek helpfully and took over his body. Mine fell to the ground like a pile of dirty rags. Because it was early, I was alone, so that didn't raise any questions. I picked my body up and hid it under a tarp covering some construction materials in a corner. That should do it.
From security guard, I moved up the flagpole by taking over a UPS delivery man, then an elderly secretary (ugh! Sagging boobs suck!), then the city councillor she worked for (not Derek St-Pierre, I'm afraid). I'll spare you the investigative details, but within an hour of getting into the building, I knew where St-Pierre's office was. The executive assistant that greeted me when I showed up there was very cute: half-Asian, long hair, porcelain features, and a deep blue suit that was professional. I took her over immediately, looked up at the confused councillor whose body I'd just released, and asked him if I could help him with anything. He mumbled a vague apology and went back to his office.
I was in!
I'd given this some thought before, but I wasn't sure what to do next. I hadn't anticipated getting this level of access to St-Pierre. I always figured I'd try to weasel some information out of him about the Coterie and maybe find out if they had some enemies. That would give me people whose protection I might seek if they ever tried coming after me again. But now that I was his executive assistant (Priya Khan, according to the name plate on the desk), I could snoop around to my heart's content. All I had to do was avoid interactions that would reveal I didn't know anything about my (Priya's) job or my (her) relationships with my colleagues.
(And yes, I'll be honest, I did discreetly grabbed a handful of her boobs, and they're B-cups. They felt pretty big in my/her small hands.)
Since Priya's computer was already turned on and unlocked, I checked out her boss' calendar. His first appointment was around 9 AM, in thirty minutes. I figured if he wasn't in his office already, he'd be there soon. Should I go check if he was there already? And if he was, what would be my excuse to barge in? And how would I address him? Derek? Mr. St-Pierre? And would I use familiar or formal pronouns to address him? I realized I had no clue what to do and the odds of getting into some serious trouble were high. I was here by myself, with no faeries to back me up, and what little advantage I had seemed paper thin.
Then I had a thought for Minx, whom the Coterie killed, and felt my resolve return. I had to find a way to get back to them.
Screw it! This was my shot and I had to take it. I had the beginning of a plan, but it entailed doing some pretty humiliating stuff (for Priya in particular). I checked my desk and found her iPhone. I unlocked it (thank God for biometric authentification!), connected it to my cloud account, and started video recording. I slipped the device in the left pocket of my jacket. I got a fresh pot and some cups, and headed for his office.
With as much confidence as I could muster, I opened the door and stepped in. He was there, sitting at his desk, reviewing some papers.
"Coffee?" I asked, pointing at the pot.
He glanced up at me, raising an eyebrow.
"Hate the stuff," he said. "You know that."
Ugh! That was a faux-pas! Had I just given myself away?
"I meant for your 9 o'clock," I said quickly. I gambled and addressed him with the same familiar pronoun he'd used with me.
Derek nodded in understanding.
"Julian does love his morning coffee," he murmured. "Put it there," he added, pointing at a clear area on his desk.
I did as ordered. Now came the tricky part of my plan. I pulled out the phone and set it on the desk at an angle that (I hoped) framed most of him in his chair. He caught me doing it, which I had planned for.
"What's this?" he asked.
I walked around his desk, put my hands on his shoulders, and sat in his lap. I had my back to the camera, so it couldn't capture my smile.
"Please," I said with a trembling voice, "don't make me do this."
He looked at me in confusion while I ground my crotch against his. Before he could say anything, I leaned in and kissed him. Skin-to-skin contact. I took over his body, leaving Priya behind. I grabbed her head from behind and kept kissing here to ensure she couldn't say anything. I could see shock and confusion in her eyes, soon to be replaced by fear. I broke the kiss and spoke words that I hoped would condemn St-Pierre.
"You little Asian tease! Coming in here with your nice tits and ass, shoving all this in my face and not putting out? Well, you're gonna put out all right!"
I had no intent of showing her anything, of course, but I had to act like an asshole for the record. I pushed her onto the desk, making sure not to shake the camera, and fumbled with my belt. She kicked me. It wasn't a strong kick, but I pretended that it was. I didn't want to do her any harm, so I had to give her every opportunity to get away.
She took it. She quickly rolled off the desk and ran out of the office. No doubt, she'd go get some help and maybe get me/Derek arrested. I quickly pretended to run after her (again, just for the record). Once I was out of the camera's frame, I shut it down, disconnected it from the account, and returned it to her desk. I switched into the first person that showed up, returned to my own body, and made my way out of City Hall.
As soon as I got home, I edited the video and leaked it on social media. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough to convince everyone St-Pierre was a douche. Might not make the news where you live (no one cares about Quebec City politics, right?), but it's getting decent coverage here. St-Pierre was arrested yesterday on counts of sexual aggression and other stuff I haven't bothered paying attention to.
At first, the faeries didn't quite understand what I'd done, but once I showed them the final cut of the video and explained how this would impact the Coterie (at least here in Quebec), they finally got it.
"For Minx," I said.
They cheered for me. Yes, even Attitude.
--Jaycee
Comments
A Man with Joe Name
Bravo! Great work!
