Jon was getting better tips on from the bar side then he was on the restaurant side, but he felt much worse about it, they guys were harassing him, flirting, he was flirting back, and he kept on giggling and acting like some airheaded bimbo, and he started feeling like one too, earlier when asked
"which team you rooting for sweet-thing?" one gentleman asked at the bar watching the football game
Jon was a fan of foot ball, but couldn't seem to verbalize any of the information he had, he answered
"ummm that one team... it's like the planes or something." giggling Jon said, frustrated as he couldn't seem to remember his favorite team's name
"you mean the Jets Honey"
"yeah that's it" jon bounced a little with excitement
"umm the uh guy that throws the ball, he uhh..." Jon continued
"quarterback."
"yeah he's been" he stumbled on his words "just say throwing well and leave" jon thought "he's... pretty cute" Jon said surprised by his own words. blushed left the man his drink and left.
It had now been just over an hour since he switched to the bar. he had been serving drunken men all night who kept on flirting, staring, asking him out or, copping a feel, and Jon thought one got close to noticing his erect penis straining his panties and panty-brief when Jon bent down once.
Jon's male ego was slowly fading away, he almost didn't mind the thought of going to school tomorrow in a skirt, he did mind that it would shrink on him though.
Later that night at closing time, the waitresses were escorting the drunken patrons out, one guy was being stubborn, and was trying to feel Jon up, he finally got him outside and they locked up.
apparently the restaurant closes before the bar so Lisa always goes home before Jon, now that he works at the bar, so he had to take the bus home.
A few minutes later Jon was on a bus again getting stared at from all angles, he was wearing a skimpy waitress uniform.
He finally got home, instantly stripped off his uniform, which changed back into the restaurant uniform, he stayed in his underwear, brushed his teeth, and brushed out his hair, then tried to lay in bed before noticing his clock was flashing as if it had been unplugged. It said words though, jon read "Skin care is important"
Jon knew after going through this all day he had no choice, he got up and went back to the bathroom, where he found some of that green cream people smear on their faces, anti-aging and acne cream, jon read the label and had to apply it then wait an hour. all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but instead he liberally applied the green stuff over his face and decided to watch some late night TV.
Almost an hour later, Jon got up to pee, after he had finished, brushed up against his breast, and felt excited, just a little touch was erotic. A few moments later Jon was masterbating it felt better than ever having breasts.
When he was done, he cleaned up and washed his face, it felt nice. Finally Jon lay down to sleep wondering if he would have school tomorrow or if he'd be back home, or something else entirely.
