"Time for me to go!" he said, bounding off the loading dock, enjoying the way the bra held his breast forms nice and tight, and ran down the empty alley away from the approaching visitors. At the first corner, Jon stopped and peaked around to make sure that he was alone. What he saw was just what he'd feared. The street was filled with people. No, not just people. Men.
It was one thing if Jon were to run into the famed women of Girl World, the ones that he had been promised would make his toes curl, the ones who were desperate to do anything he wanted, but another to be forced to walk around in his underwear with a bunch of guys around.
Jon hid in the shadows of the alley as he watched the men pass. About half of the men were older men, like many he'd seen around his office a few minutes earlier. The other half were crossdressers. Jon didn't know what was going on in Girl World, but to him it seemed to be overrun with crossdressers! He adjusted a bra strap that had begun to slip down his shoulder as he calculated his next move.
Tucking his long hair behind his ears he stuck his head further around the corner to examine his options. A smile came to his face as he saw that his luck was holding out. Just a few feet from his hiding place was a doorway, one that led to, according to the sign, a store called "Cupcake". Jon felt elated. That sounded like exactly the kind of place that he'd be able to pick up some good, manly clothes. Without thinking, he stepped out of the alley into the crowd, heading straight for the door.
As soon as he was out, though, he heard a wolf whistle. Jon could feel the heat rising to his face as a heavy blush settled on his cheeks. In his excitement he'd forgotten that people would see him! He felt a hand slap his smooth, panty-clad behind. Jon turned and saw a tall, burly man in a black suit grinning at him. Jon thanked the man for the encouragement, and continued toward the door. As he opened the door and entered the store, Jon was once again happy, reminded of the helpfulness that he always found in the men of Girl World. If it hadn't been for that nice man, Jon might have stood in the street all afternoon, wearing nothing but his underwear!
The bell rang as Jon entered the store, but he found that he was the only one there. No clerks, no managers, no shoppers. Jon, standing in his white lace see-through panties and bra, found himself in a store that was completely empty, save himself and the racks of clothing. Immediately he felt that something was amiss. Sure, he'd found himself alone in Girl World before, but this time he knew something needed to be fixed. If only he could put his finger on what it was.
Not able to dismiss the feeling, Jon gingerly stepped through the store, careful not to disturb the racks of clothes, and made his way to the back of the store where a curtained entrance led to the staff-only area. Maybe someone was hurt. Maybe he was the only one who could help.
The back room was just as you might imagine. Boxes of clothes on shelves, waiting to be displayed, lined the walls. A row of lockers sat in the middle of the room, all open and empty except for one that was latched closed. After assuring himself that the room was empty, Jon decided to explore the closed locker. He lifted the latch, and found it was full of extremely useful items! Without thinking about who might own the locker, Jon began to pull out item after item.
The white stockings were the first to come out. Once they were in his hands, he immediately slid them up his legs. To his excitement he found that they matched his bra and panties perfectly, as if they had been a part of a set! The ruffled dress was a little bit more difficult to figure out, but it was a perfect fit. After he had figured out how to lace up the front of the bodice, the pink and white garment looked like it was made for him. The shoes, clunky high-heeled shoes, the same colour as his dress, were his size.
Jon couldn't believe his luck. He grabbed a little duffle bag from the top shelf of the locker and crossed to a little table that held a mirror. Opening the bag he found a curling iron and some make up. Plugging in the curling iron, he went to work on his face. Heavy dark colours made his eyes stand out, reinforcing the image that he was a manly man, while a softer pink adorned his cheeks, showing his more approachable side. His lips were easy to do, since there was only one colour available. A deep red made his lips seem puffy, which, of course, made him happy. It gave him a thoughful, pensive look, one that the chicks would go crazy for.
When the curling iron was hot enough, he went to work giving his hair ringlets. Soon enough his head was surrounded by spirals. While it had achieved the effect that he wanted, to give him a more impressive stature, make the other guys, even the crossdressers, not want to mess with him, he knew that the hair would be annoying, always getting in his face. Grabbing two big pink bows from the bag, he tied the curls back, one bow on each side of his head, slightly to the back and high up.
Jon stood up and admired his new look. It was perfect. Now, if he could only run into a woman in Girl World, he'd have it made! There was no way they'd be able to resist him!
The bell rang at the front door. That's when the feeling that something was wrong hit him again. Only this time, what it was was perfectly evident.
Nobody was minding the store!
With the positive feeling that always came to Jon when he was helpful, he turned and made his way out into the front of the store. So what if the employees had taken the day off. Jon was there, and since they'd been so helpful to leave him these totally awesome clothes, he'd help them out a bit by putting in some time! Pulling the curtain back, he saw...
