The questionnaire itself was baffling.
After Jon entered his own details, the latter part of the questionnaire seemed to be a series of questions and tick-boxes about women. First Jon was asked for a list of attributes in intricate detail, everything from age and height, to body types and sizes, to hair colour and sexuality. Then he was asked to complete more unusual options such as providing percentage values for traits like inhibition and intelligence. Finally there was a group of bizarre check boxes called 'Special Features', which listed anything from lactation to catgirl?
Just then a pair of athletic looking guys, probably other hotel guests, walked by.
"Hey buddy," one of them stopped to grab Jon's attention, "let me give you some advice. Go for the big tits. The big ones are amazing here. Unreal! You won't regret it."
"Thanks," Jon nodded blankly. "Thanks for the tip."
He meant it. Thanks to the man's advice, he suddenly understood what was happening here.
He'd wished to go somewhere people wouldn't mind a boy with boobs. This hotel seemed to provide some kind of matchmaking (or even prostitution) service, so naturally he should be able to find people here who either don't care about or might even appreciate an unusual appearance such as his. Heck, they even had catgirls on their register! What's a guy with a mammary problem to that?
This questionnaire must be asking him to describe his perfect woman. Heck, if they could find a woman like that, this would definitely be a fantasy holiday!
Jon thoughtfully completed the questionnaire as accurately as he could. He didn't want to make a mistake, if there was any chance he could really meet his fantasy woman he wanted someone as close to her as possible.
