Jon yawned and opened his eyes. Immediately his right hand moved to nurse his morning woody while his left groped his massive breast. After an exhilarating session of masturbation, Jon's monstrous erection had finally deflated. He sighed happily and wiped his sticky fingers on the bed sheets.
He sat up and climbed out of bed. He slept completely naked and remained so as he left his bedroom and walked, with hips swaying and tits jumping, across the hall to the bathroom. The sensation of the hot water on his soft skin felt so good, Jon brought himself to orgasm again under the shower as he washed.
Jon stepped out of the shower and admired his exotic, glistening clean body in the full-length mirror. A quirky puberty had given him a curvaceous feminine figure with mountainous female breasts - but also, a profoundly large penis. A few years ago Jon had thought he was cursed, though now he thought it was more a blessing.
You see, what Jon wanted more than anything else, was to be a successful pornstar. To have sex and be paid for it, and to become famous and loved for having sex and being paid for it. And thanks to his freaky hormones, Jon had grown exactly the kind of body that would earn the most notoriety and the most bucks in the porn business!
He'd already proved he had what it takes. Last summer, he'd taken a trip up to Canada and made a short film with Grace, a like-minded teenager he'd met in an online chat room over a year ago. Their web-streamed video turned out to be incredibly popular. Debate raged across many forums about the authenticity of the grainy dickgirl-on-girl action, and Jon's believers were chomping at the bit to find out who he was - they'd both used joke porn names to protect themselves from the authorities, so Grace was credited as Foxy Orifice, Jon was Bunny Goldenrod. Since that time, Jon had been trying to decide what his professional pornstar name should be.
"Bunny Boner?" muttered to himself as he took a towel from the rack. "Jonnie Bunny? J. Bunny?"
"J. Goldenrod? J. Johnson?" he mused as he wrapped himself in a bath towel and returned to his bedroom.
Jon sat at his dressing table and began to apply make-up.
Thanks to the buzz caused by his amateur movie, Jon was overflowing with confidence in his abilities and prospects in the porn industry. Ever since he'd decided to become a pornstar, Jon had been learning to live as a woman. The porn industry was dominated by men after all and as such - even if it was basically semantics. A woman with a dick was considered sexy, but a man with breasts? Eeww.
So Jon had learned how to apply make-up, how to walk in heels, among other things. He also spent a lot more time on his hair, which he was growing out. Currently it was neck-length and wavy with blond highlights.
Jon stroked his thigh, pleased with how smooth they were after the wax job yesterday. He was looking forward to showing his legs off with a short skirt today, maybe hot pants.
Jon had little interest in school anymore. He'd found his calling and it was one that needed no qualifications. His attendance had become increasingly sketchy as his breasts had developed and overdeveloped, but a few months ago he'd stopped going altogether. His mom had despaired about that. She'd even gone to the expense of trying to homeschool him with a private tutor, but Jon was stubborn to learn. His mom particularly didn't approve of Jon's interest in cross-dressing, and she was appalled when he told her what he planned to do with his life.
But Jon had stuck to his guns, and now his mother had pretty much washed her hands of him. That made him very sad, but he did not want to be the person his mother wanted him to be. He hoped she would forgive him one day.
Mom wasn't the only person he'd begun to alienate. Zoe, who had never liked him in the first place, now simply ignored his existence. And Mikey just stared. He stared and stared, with his mouth open like he was about to ask you a question but never spits it out.
Karyn, whom Jon was at least on speaking terms, was a more complicated matter. Back when Jon had first began to develop his feminine features, he and Karyn had become closer than ever. She teased, but at the same time she became very protective of him. She cared for him and even gave him advice on his girly problems. She began to treat him almost like a younger sister. Jon could swear Karyn treated him more like a girl than a boy. That used to bug him, but not any more.
But then Jon decided he wanted to be a she-male pornstar, something Karyn obviously had a hard time dealing with. She never could understand why he'd want to degrade himself like that. They still spoke and hung out regularly, but Jon felt Karyn treated him with more distance with each passing week. Simply put, it felt like she was disappointed with him. For some reason, that treatment hurt him more coming from Karyn than his mother.
Jon picked out a short, pink button-up tank top that showed his girlish midriff. It didn't show much cleavage, but the way it stretched over his breasts left little to the imagination and Jon knew it drove boys wild. Of course with a top like that, today he was going braless.
Jon slipped into a simple, rose pink thong. He'd found the low cut ones fit most comfortably under his ballsack and he just loved the feel of that piece of floss cushioned between his ample buttcheeks. He covered his equipment with a pretty, pleated, pale green mini-skirt that successfully disguised his male member, unless he was sporting an erection of course!
Jon finished the look with matching pink lace stockings with a floral pattern, and a pair of 3" heels. He pinned back his long bangs with a chunky childish hairclip and checked his make-up. The olive green lipstick he'd bought the other day really stood out against his pale skin and rose blush. Jon pouted experimentally in the mirror and smiled.
Satisfied, Jon took his handbag and deposited the wishing stone in it. He felt like a little shopping, anything to kill a few hours while he waited for Karyn to get out of school. Jon blew a kiss at his reflection and headed out to the mall.
