by Mujer Encogida » Wed Jan 20, 2021 8:37 am
Jacque was an eighteen year old virgin and, unlike Cecily, it was very believable that he was a virgin. Not that Jacque was a bad looking kid. He wasn't. Oh, he was a little on the skinny side, and perhaps a little pale from spending too much time indoors. But at 5'10", with dark tousled hair and open green eyes, Jacque had the makings of an All-American Boy.
The families of both Jacque's mother and father were practitioners of magic. In an advanced technological society with laptops and wifi connected toasters, that meant that Jacque grew up in a well-to-do if socially off kilter family. This in turn generally isolated Jacque from his peers, who treated him as a potential genie who could grant them wishes, but could also run amok on them at any time.
At age eighteen, Jacque had his own house with a library, study and laboratory, as befitted a fledgling wizard just embarking on his studies. Unfortunately, this further isolated Jacque even further from his peers. Outside of those hours he spent apprenticing to his Uncle Wight, Jacque was alone.
On the occasion of his eighteenth birthday, Jacque's Uncle Wight gave him an unusual birthday present: a beautiful shrunken woman. Jacque's uncle also gave his nephew a two week holiday to thoroughly explore and enjoy his new present.
Jacque was both excited and terrified at the prospect. He had been sitting in his bedroom, reading, when he heard the "Whoosh" that signaled the magical arrival of his birthday present. Jacque was torn between the urge to run out and see what had arrived, and the urge to hide under his bed and hope the present would just go away on its own.
Finally, with no small amount of trepidation, Jacque stood up and made his way to the foyer and his birthday gift.
Jacque was an eighteen year old virgin and, unlike Cecily, it was very believable that he was a virgin. Not that Jacque was a bad looking kid. He wasn't. Oh, he was a little on the skinny side, and perhaps a little pale from spending too much time indoors. But at 5'10", with dark tousled hair and open green eyes, Jacque had the makings of an All-American Boy.
The families of both Jacque's mother and father were practitioners of magic. In an advanced technological society with laptops and wifi connected toasters, that meant that Jacque grew up in a well-to-do if socially off kilter family. This in turn generally isolated Jacque from his peers, who treated him as a potential genie who could grant them wishes, but could also run amok on them at any time.
At age eighteen, Jacque had his own house with a library, study and laboratory, as befitted a fledgling wizard just embarking on his studies. Unfortunately, this further isolated Jacque even further from his peers. Outside of those hours he spent apprenticing to his Uncle Wight, Jacque was alone.
On the occasion of his eighteenth birthday, Jacque's Uncle Wight gave him an unusual birthday present: a beautiful shrunken woman. Jacque's uncle also gave his nephew a two week holiday to thoroughly explore and enjoy his new present.
Jacque was both excited and terrified at the prospect. He had been sitting in his bedroom, reading, when he heard the "Whoosh" that signaled the magical arrival of his birthday present. Jacque was torn between the urge to run out and see what had arrived, and the urge to hide under his bed and hope the present would just go away on its own.
Finally, with no small amount of trepidation, Jacque stood up and made his way to the foyer and his birthday gift.