Jon gathered up his clothes, staring at the bra and tights as if they were alien creatures. He just shrugged, pulling the dress over his head and, after a moment, slipping the towering heels on his feet. Looking in the mirror, he struck a pose and whistled; even without the tights his legs looked great, and his nipples were visible through the fabric of the black minidress.
He heard a moan from the bed, grinning as he saw Jon furiously beating his meat; he'd enjoyed that same endurance before he'd become a woman due to that wish. He held his tits and bounced them, striking another sexy pose for Jon, smiling like an idiot all the while. It felt so good to be wanted, and he knew Jon wanted him.
He wasn't even very worried about his face and head. Jon loved it, so he did too. This beautiful man in front of him was all he needed.
