Jon's heart was still racing, and after that experience, his curiosity was growing exponentially.
And standing on the stairs in nothing bug his boxers was just weird.
Quickly Jon turned around & went back into his bedroom, quietly closing & locking his door.
Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a swimsuit model calendar he'd been hiding.
Flicking it open, it landed on Miss September. Jon sat there for a moment, staring at the young red-headed woman, probably in her early twenties, wearing a red swimsuit, holding a small beach ball to her chest.
Raising his index finger, he pointed at the model, "Give me that body below the neck, and give me that outfit." he said, trembling with excitement.
Jon's balance was thrown off for a moment, but his attention was quickly drawn by two mounds of flesh below his face. Heart racing, he looked back at the calendar, There was the models head, atop his body in only his boxers, still holding the beach ball.
Jon turned his focus back on himself, standing up, he saw himself in the mirror. The young woman's body, her smooth skin, wide hips, and B-cup breasts, encased in a tight red swimsuit, his head perched atop.
Looking back at the calendar again, Jon raised his feminine index finger and pointed at the now male model.
"Give me those genitals" he said.
Jon felt the base of his swimsuit tighten against his skin. Looking down, he saw a familiar bulge between his legs.
He now essentially had his head & penis on a female body, it was an unusual sight, but it was a real turn-on for Jon.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he groped a breast with one hand, and rubbed his penis through the swimsuit with the other.
His penis quickly hardened, and Jon just kept massaging and rubbing. He was getting more and more aroused, quickly reaching the height of his arousal.
As fast as he could he stripped the swimsuit off, his breasts and penis springing free. A jet of 'man juice' shooting fourth into his bedroom.
Jon sat on his floor, panting in the warm glow of his impromptu pleasure session.
