Floating around Jon's bedroom, the feminizing spirit that had trapped Jon in the Girl World simulation was enjoying itself greatly. Jon's progress was surprising, even exciting. For so many years it had been trapping men in its schemes, feminizing them, humiliating them. This Girl World idea was a new one, but it was working marvelously.
The speed that Jon was feminizing was a bit alarming to the spirit. It knew, from experience, that if things went too quickly, its victim tended to reject the situation. It was one thing that Jon was dressing in women's clothing, but the fact that he had chosen to voluntarily feminize his own body, well that had shocked the spirit. Usually, as it had done with Jon's hair, the subject had to be tricked or forced into a dramatic change, but Jon had picked his breasts, as well as his height change, without any prompting from the spirit.
Not that it wasn't fun to watch. The spirit didn't have to trap and feminize men, it did it because it loved it. To see Jon so cluelessly choose to change himself had driven the spirit into a frenzy of joy, so much so that it had almost lost control over the situation. But years of experience had taught it to be patient. The spirit decided that it was time to give Jon a chance to enjoy his new body before it pushed him too far.
Of course, not too much time...
Jon clunked his way down the street in his ill-fitting boots. He had been tempted to ditch them after only a minute of walking, but decided against it. Sure they didn't fit, but they were all he had! What if he ran into one of a chick? He didn't want to look under-dressed!
His new breasts bobbed with every step, bringing a smile to his painted lips. He had to be the luckiest man alive, having found that "Changes" place. Of all the places he could have stopped in, to have found a spot that would give him almost everything he needed in one quick shot was amazing! He wanted to dance, to run, to twirl in celebration, but he new that the clothes he was wearing, now painfully oversized, would hinder his movement, most likely causing a tumble.
The street, once again, was empty. Jon wondered where everybody went when he was outside. He had often run into whole buildings full of people, but they never seemed to be on the streets when he did. Not that he minded. Dressed as he was, he would probably feel embarrassed if he was spotted.
Coming to an intersection, Jon chose to turn right and see where the road would take him. He was expecting to see an empty street, just as he had been on, but instead walked straight into the chest of a tall (or so he seemed from Jon's new height) man in a flannel jacket.
"Oomph!" Jon exclaimed, stumbling backward and landing on his behind.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" the man said, reaching down a hand and easily pulling Jon back to his feet.
"Thank-you," Jon said as he straightened out his over-sized dress.
"It's the least that I could do," the man said, his eyes hungrily wandering over Jon's body, pausing for a long time on Jon's chest, "After all, I knocked you down."
Jon was happy to have run into such a friendly and polite man. While it was what he was coming to expect in Girl World, he seemed to remember that men of such high quality as this were a rare commodity in his regular life. Jon blushed and laid his hand on the man's chest.
"It was my fault, I'm sure," Jon giggled, "I wasn't watching where I was going!"
"And where are you off to in such a hurry?"
"Well, as you can see, I'm in the need of some new clothes. These old rags just won't do!" Jon indicated his outfit while batting his eyes and smiling flirtatiously at the man. It didn't hurt to be nice to strangers, after all.
"Well there's somewhere that I can help!" the man said with a grin, "Just head onto the film set back there and ask for the wardrobe trailer. Tell 'em Smitty sent you."
The man pointed behind him to a collection of trailers, lights, and a large group of people. How Jon hadn't noticed it before was beyond him, but he was excited at the prospect of finding some new clothes to show off his new, even more manly body. He thanked the man and gladly received the neighbourly slap on his ass as he walked toward the film set. Adjusting his outfit as best as he could, Jon hoped he'd be able to find something that fit a bit better before he ran into whatever starlet they were using for filming. After all, in his new bod, she was sure to fall for him.
