Jon got to the mall and took another look at himself. He knew that since he had Sarah's old personality, that everyone would remember it always being that way. But it wasn't until that moment that Jon even realised that his hair was long and dyed blonde. He looked at himself and thought that he would totally pass for a girl, if it wasn't for the fact that he had no breasts. Just the thought of it made him sad. If he only had breasts, large, perfect, round, smooth, breasts, that he would be more readily accepted amoung the other girls. But there was nothing he could do about it now, he had left the rock at home.
Jon got out of his car and made his way to the mall, with his purse in hand and his heals clicking along on the pavement. He could see from the corners of his eyes, that heads were turning in his direction. He strode smoothly, and confidantly toward the Mall entrance, and a smlie spread across his glossy lips. Men were checking his out, and women were jealous, or the other way around, but he didn't care. He loved the attention. And all he needed now was to get some guy to buy him something pretty, and he knew he'd have no problem giving the guy his own fashion show either.
