Jac E Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Jac E Ch. 01

Jac E 01

Hi there, I'm Jac E and the couple of things that I would like to start out with are that nobody ever, ever, ever called me Jack and I'd prefer it if you thought of me as weird more than queer, even if they both fit me perfectly.

I will be happy to admit to you that I copied my current flared out hair style from an actress on TV, but that's no different than selecting a hair style out of a hair style magazine while waiting at hair salon and who cares anyways since it suits me, am I right? I mean, at least I put my own twist on things and I've never been arrested for life style forgery, so, I am who I am and that's how you should accept me.

Just make sure that it's me that you're accepting because even though I've developed my own look as Jac E, I can and have experimented with looking like someone else. And it's not my fault that my height and my facial features, along with a good makeup kit and a little bit of time, that I can transform into someone else almost seamlessly. And that's just for fun. And (giggles) because I have too much free time on my hands, tee he.

And I have this stupid dream of being caught up in a situation by someone who couldn't take it anymore and there's a mild struggle and that leads to a tussle, but my dream fizzles out before I know the ending, so, that's all that I can say about that. Other than I'm white washed spikey blonde in my dream, which might make it more of a nightmare since I'm pretty dark up top.

Anyways, I ...

... manage to get around and out and I feel quite blessed to have gone 20 plus years without getting lip punched because the haters do exist, but my Cupid Bow's might have been my saving grace from that, right? I mean, just like boobs, who doesn't like a pleasant upper lip Cupid's Bow, especially when it's talking back you and especially when it's a pleasant shade of red, am I right?

And I think that's about enough about me for a while. I mean, I am who I am and I have what I have and that's either for you or it's not for you and hopefully, either way, the daylight comes the next day, right?

So, my story starts today just outside of my apartment building because, you know, there was yet another commotion within the complex.

[About 20 minutes after the commotion at the Brown Brick Apartments Complex]

"What are you doing, Walter? We're not supposed to congregate or mingle until we've officially given a statement to the detective, so, um, you should slither away into the shadows and find your own spot to gawk at the commotion location or we'll get into big time trouble, so?"

"Hush, Jac E, I just want to know if these are your sleeping shorts, that's all, so?"

Well, it's a rule or something that when time is tight because of a commotion, then the priorities are one, eye shadow, two, lip gloss, three, one red hair barrette, four, a change out of your sleeping shorts, but only if there is enough time so you don't miss the aftermath of the commotion. I mean, it's almost ...