When Jon returned to the front of the store from where he had rescued Stella from her changing-room prison, he was dismayed to find that not only had all the customers vacated the premises, but every article of clothing was gone as well! So much for his plan to find a quick change of clothes on one of the racks. On the front counter, next to the register, was a pile of money. A smile crept on Jon's painted lips. That was just like the friendly men of Girl World; they paid for the clothes they took!
Knowing that his time at Cupcake was done, Jon walked out of the store, enjoying the way the ruffles on his helpful and convenient dress made his legs feel, while not enjoying the wet feeling of whatever it was the man, Guido, had spilled all over Jon's underwear and under Jon's dress. At first it had just felt wet, but now that the substance was drying, it had taken on a much more sticky feeling. Jon couldn't wait to find something to change into.
The street, once again, was deserted. Jon knew for a fact that there were plenty of people in Girl World. In fact, he'd spent most of the day serving dozens of them. Where they went whenever Jon went outside, though, was a mystery. It was as if everybody knew something he didn't.
The thought made Jon' to laugh, causing his breast forms to jiggle and his ringlets to shake. As if all these wonderful people would be conspiring against Jon. Every single person Jon had encountered, even the crossdressers, had been extremely friendly, helpful, and accommodating. As Jon thought back to the many times he had run into someone in Girl World, more often than not Jon had been the inconvenience, while all the amazing people he met had gone out of their way to make him feel at home!
Picking a random direction, Jon sashayed down the sidewalk, admiring his reflection in the darkened storefront windows he passed. The bodice he wore made his waist thin, while thrusting out his generous cleavage. That, combined with the clunky platform boots he wore, gave him a rough and tumble look, like some sort of tough guy. Maybe a dock worker or a sailor. Jon grinned as he increased his pace, hoping that one of the Girl World girls would run into him soon, but that he'd find some clean clothes first, some as manly as the ones he currently wore. No girl would be able to resist such a perfect example of machismo as he knew he was right then.
That's when Jon found what he was looking for. There, in front of him, was a sign over an open door. The sign read...
