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Jaycee's Blog - Mon, March 22
🕑 Added 2021-03-22 10:35:37 +0000 UTCDuring this pandemic, I really only get out on the weekend. The rest of the week, I make 2-minute trips to the convenience store a corner away from my place. Small ten-second chats represent the extent of my social life from Monday to Friday. I don't mind, I'm a loner by definition, so this pandemic hasn't been particularly hard on me.
Still, when the weekend comes, I see it as my chance to move around a little bit, run some errands, do a little bit of shopping, and occasionally have guests over. Yesterday, with Minx in tow, I took the bus to go to the hardware store (a Canadian Tire) and buy replacement light bulbs.
My Sunday adventure started when these two girls in their early twenties stepped into the bus. Weather was nice (10º C), so they were dressed lightly (with windbreakers and shirts that exposed their navels). They sat near the back of the bus, facing away from the driver, and removed their masks. Since I was alone in my section, I was the only one who noticed. I didn't care all that much—I was wearing my mask and felt safe enough—but they kept glancing in my direction, chuckling, baaing and bleating under their breaths. They didn't seem to care that I was hearing them. Minx, however, was quickly getting furious. She tends to be very protective of me. I told her to calm down, that it wasn't worth getting upset about, but in doing so I made myself look like a crazy person talking all alone. This made them giggle even louder. One even pointed her phone camera at me to take a snapshot.
That was the straw that broke the faerie's back. Minx rolled back her imaginary sleeves and zipped in their direction (unseen) to teach them a lesson.
As a reminder, Minx isn't exactly a superstar in the faerie world. She's young, inexperienced, and not very powerful. Like faeries her age (I'm told), she's better at casting magic at inanimate objects than at people, and even there she often gets it wrong. Not yesterday, though. Her spells were done in moments, and she returned to perch herself on my shoulder.
"Check it out," she whispered in my ear.
The girls' reactions were almost instantaneous. The one on the left (a curvy brunette with a pink shirt) instantly brought her hand to cover her mouth and sneezed repeatedly. She couldn't seem to stop. Her companion (also a brunette, with a t-shirt featuring two skeletal hands cupping her small boobs) looked startled and instantly pressed her legs together. She squirmed furiously while her friend kept sneezing, but that didn't seem to alleviate whatever was ailing her. In desperation (after glancing in my direction and realizing I was watching them), she clumsily reached for her crotch and massaged it furiously through her jeans. She was blushing with embarrassment, but couldn't stop herself.
"Whatch-OOO! Whatcha doing? -CHOOO!" her friend asked.
"It's burning!" she answered, now rubbing herself with both hands.
"ACHOO! What? Like, AAAACHOO! ...like horny?"
She shook her head. "No, burning like itching HARD!"
I'm not normally a dick, but after they took a photo of me, I didn't feel too bad taking my phone out and recording them. As soon as they saw that, however, they got up and rushed toward the bus door. The other bus passengers glared at them and recoiled in horror at Sneeze Girl walking without her mask. Several made rude comments about their behavior. I thought it was particularly amusing to watch Crotch Girl walk bow-legged as she massaged her groin.
When they were gone, I turned to Minx
"So what did you DO to them? I didn't know you could affect people that way."
She giggled. "Didn't. I just conjured up pepper where it had the best effect."
Sometimes—not often—I love my faeries.
