It wasn't that Jon hadn't had a good sleep, far from it. The first-class seat he'd reclined in has almost been as comfortable as his bed at home. After a few sips of the drink the flight attendant had brought him, he'd easily closed his eyes, which looked identical to Evangeline Lilly's eyes, and drifted off to la-la land.
The problem presented itself to him when he woke up. Even though Jon looked, for all the passengers on the plane, to be identical to Evangeline Lilly, he was still a teenage boy. While he slept, as usually happens with teenage boys, his penis, hidden in a black pair of panties, beneath a stylish purple dress, became extremely erect.
Quickly glancing around the dim cabin, Jon frantically looked to see if anyone had noticed the auburn-haired beauty with the clearly tenting dress. At best, if noticed, the internet would be ablaze with rumours, but at worse, word would get to his date and Jon would be out the ten-million dollar prize!
Trying not to be obvious, Jon pressed the button on the arm-rest of his chair and slowly sat up, which didn't make much of a difference. He adjusted his dress, he tried to think unsexual thoughts, but every time he looked down to see if he was still hard, his eyes fell to his new, Evangeline-Lilly-copied cleavage, and got hard again.
This won't do, he thought to himself.
Ahead of him, near the cockpit, he could see the flight attendant who had gushed over him beginning to head down the aisle. Thinking quickly, not wanting to be seen by her, he grabbed his purse, held it in front of his groin, and slipped from his seat, toward the mid-cabin washroom.
By the time he locked himself in the cabin, his penis was screaming for attention. The feel of his silky panties rubbing the appendage, the weight of his breasts bouncing with every step, all of it added up to a mess waiting to happen.
The door locked, the lights clicked on. Jon found himself in a unique position. Sure, he had slowly been making the transformation to Evangeline's image over the past few months, but it was only in the last twenty-four hours that he'd perfected the look. Now, with the exception of the massive boner straining out front of his dress, he found himself face-to-face with the starlet's reflection, which turned him on even more. And, as any teenage boy knows, there's only one way to take care of that...
