Since he had just gotten clean, the last place Jon wanted to go was back to the fight club. Instead, he decided to follow the road a bit and see what he came across. Once again the streets were deserted. No cars, no pedestrians, but still Jon felt the need to cover his groin and breast-forms as he walked. It made him feel less exposed.
After a couple blocks Jon noticed a door ajar on a building. In the dim light he couldn't see what was behind the door, but anything was better than walking around outside completely naked, so he darted inside and closed the door behind him.
In the darkness of the building Jon waited, doing nothing but breathing, listening for a sign that he wasn't alone. When none came, he tiptoed away from the door, feeling on the walls for a light switch, but found none. He deduced that he was in a narrow hallway since he could touch both walls with both hands at the same time. Beyond that, though, he could figure nothing.
Soon he came to a door on the right side of the hallway which he found locked. The second door he found was locked as well. The third, however, swung open easily. Again he shut the door behind him and listened, finding once again that he was alone in a dark space.
This space, however, had a light switch on the wall next to the door. At first the light hurt his eyes, but after a minute of blinking, Jon found himself in a classroom. From the posters on the walls and the writing on the chalkboard, he figured it was a high-school.
Strange place for a school, he thought, although had it been daylight outside maybe his assessment of the location would have been different. Dismissing the thought, he set to exploring the room, hopefully to find something to wear. The desks of all the students stood empty, causing Jon to sigh sadly, remembering the handy and practical schoolgirl outfit he had worn earlier.
He then moved to the teacher's desk and began to explore the drawers. They were so cluttered that to get his mind around what he was seeing, Jon began to pull certain items out and place them on the desktop to unclutter the drawers. First he pulled out some nail polish that had been in his way, followed by some eyeliner and lipstick and a pocket mirror that fully took up too much room. A bottle of perfume that didn't belong came next, then some annoying mascara and a pair of glasses that shouldn't have been shoved in a drawer like that.
Frustrated by not finding anything useful, Jon slammed the last drawer shut and sat down in the desk chair. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a simple white wardrobe in the corner of the classroom. Why hadn't he seen that before? Rushing over to it, very conscious of the way his breast-forms flopped around, he flung the doors open to be met with a victorious sight. Inside, waiting for him, was exactly what he needed.
He couldn't believe his luck. The black lacy bra and pantie set fit him perfectly. So did the lace topped black stockings, short pencil skirt, and tight purple sweater, although the zipper on the sweater only came up midway over his breasts, but he didn't mind. It accentuated his awesome bra that he'd found!
The shoes, high heeled once again, black, patent leather, open toed, were exactly his size. What were the odds? He grabbed the shoes and ran to the desk chair to slip them on, noticing with a smile that his breasts were now much more restrained. After his new footwear was buckled on, he looked at the desk he now sat at and noticed that someone had laid out all sorts of handy stuff for him!
First he opened the mirror and placed it before him on the desk. Then, with expert hands, he applied some lovely mascara, eye-liner and lipstick. Blowing his reflection a kiss, he then spritzed himself a few times with the nice flowery perfume. How kind the person who had left it for him had been. Gold star!
He knew it would take some time, but he wanted to pamper himself, so he opened the red nail polish and applied a coat on his nails. It must have been a special kind, since as soon as it was applied it dried.
"Instant dry!" Jon giggled, feeling his breasts jiggle in their lacy home, "how sweet! A plus!"
A wave of dizziness passed over him, leaving his vision slightly blurry. Grabbing the glasses from the desktop, Jon placed them over his eyes to discover that he could once again see.
"Of course I can, silly!" he scolded himself, "I can't be expected to see without my glasses!"
He hadn't been sitting for more than a minute when a loud bell rang, and the door burst open to reveal...
