Jon (or 'Trixie' as he liked to think of himself while in disguise) was having a blast at the mall. Sure, she was being kind of silly, having fallen for that old man's story about the so-called Truth Bracelet, but he didn't mind. The fact of the matter was that any day he could go the the mall, disguised as he was, was a good day. He loved dressing up and fooling people almost more than anything.
And he was good at it! It didn't hurt that he has C-cup breasts, something that normally was a huge pain in the ass. In fact, since his breasts had developed, his regular life had pretty much been hell, being teased at school, not being able to have friend outside of Karyn, even his own sister alienated him. His parents didn't help, always sending him for more and more testing at new doctors they were referred to, each time with the same results.
"I'm sorry, Jon," they'd tell him, "Your breasts are a mystery. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you. You're a normal 17 year-old male, who just happens to have breasts."
And so, day after day, Jon would slip his boobs into a bra, throw on a loose hockey jersey, and head to school, head and heart ready for ridicule. It was only days where he could dress up, become Trixie, escape reality, that made him happy. Trixie was the easiest way for him to be someone different. He didn't want to be a woman, far from it! If he could loose the breasts and just be a normal guy, he'd do it in a second. Sure, he loved dressing up, but it was only because of the freedom it provided him!
Now if he could only get Karyn to stop stating the obvious all day and start telling some lies, they could enjoy themselves even more! Maybe she'd even be able to get her money back from that creepy old guy!
"Okay, Trixie, let's try something different," strangely, Karyn pronounced Jon's girl name very curiously, as if she'd never said it before. Jon dismissed the though, as he was sure he'd heard her say it hundreds of times, "I know your secret. You love dressing up only because you love fooling men into lusting after you. Sometimes you take it so far as to going ALMOST all the way with a man, just to prove that you could. It's a good thing that when you dress up you look hotter than any woman in this mall."
Jon only wondered for a moment how Karyn had learned his secret. He was sure he'd never told her, nor anyone for that matter, but Karyn was no idiot. He was sure she could see what was right in front of her.
Jon was fucking gorgeous. His long, auburn hair, his C-cup breasts, fluffed up by his favourite pink push-up bra. Lush lips, painted eyes, short skirt, tight top, high heels. He was dressed to seduce. And seduce he would. There was nothing more invigorating than tricking a man into a dark corner, a bathroom stall, a changing room, a back seat, anywhere they could be alone, writhing, kissing, licking, getting so very close to a climax, then BOOM! See-ya-later Charlie! Standing up and walking away, no worse for wear. Sure, his marks usually were upset; once or twice his marks had even gotten violent. Jon didn't care. He could handle a horny dude. A knee to the groin, a scream from 'Trixie', or even a tazer shot (don't ask where he hid it) took care of them. They weren't strong, they were weak. The only strength was in sexuality, Jon knew that truth more than anything.
"I thought you were going to try something different," Jon said in his best sexed up Trixie voice, "Anyone close enough to me would have been able to deduce that. Now if you don't mind, I saw a balding salesman in the Sear's shoe department that needs my attention."
Jon turned from his friend and wiggled away, excited for his next conquest.
