Jon was still horrified by the thought that he hadn't always been like this. He was so proud of the centerfold-worthy female body he had, and conversely, he was always kind of ashamed of his head that looked like it belonged on a teenage boy rather than a beautiful woman. He'd been considering plastic surgery for a long time, and now that he had the rock, he realized he wouldn't have to!
"I'll be right with you, sir!" He called out cheerfully to the new customer sitting and staring at Jon's head. Running into the bathroom, he pulled the rock out from his bra (he always liked to keep it close) and said triumphantly, "I wish I had a beautiful head with an upturned nose, pouty lips, big blue eyes, long brown hair and the sexiest voice."
Looking into the mirror, he grinned at his new face, perfectly fitting his beautiful body. But it was bare. "I wish I was wearing makeup." Now satisfied, he went out to continue serving customers, flirting and adding a sexy little wiggle to his hips that made his breasts jiggle; that always got more tips.
