Jon spent a while in the shower, first washing the dirt and grime from a day's stunt work off his smooth, satiny skin. And then a little while longer remembering the moment earlier with Scarlett. After he dried off, he sat on the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, attemping to remove the breasts attached to his chest. They bounced with every movement, and squished under his touch just like the real thing, and just like the real thing they would not come off. Jon was growing frustrated, imagining going through his every day life with a pair of boobs hanging off his chest.
And it was in this moment that Jon thought about his life, or his new life rather. In his old life, he was a High Scool student on the Southern East coast, but now he was a stunt man, for a woman, who was most certainly on the West coast. Had he finished school? Had he dropped out? Was he going to school here? What about his family? What about his friends? What about Karyn?
He had to get in contact with Karyn! He remembered his cell phone, and jumped off his bed, and crossed the small room to snatch it off the table, his breasts bouncing uncomfortably. Before he could do anything else, he decided, he needed to get control of these things. He padded over to the dresser by the bed, with his smaller feet, and pulled open the drawer that he figured he would put underwear, and sure enough, it was filled with under garments. Women's undergarments.
"figures." Jon mumbeled as he fished through the drawer, filled with bras, and matching panties. There wasn't a pair of mens's boxers or jockey shorts to be found. There were satin, silk, and nylon; pink, black, red, white, nude and baby blue; thongs, bikini, cheekies, G-String, and briefs; lace, patterned, smooth and all had little bows on them. This was a nightmare for him. Seeing no other way around it, Jon grabbed a black bra and panty that looked similar, and quickly slipped them on. The panties slid easily up his silky smooth legs and hugged his wider hips perfectly. The bra, much to his surprise. didn't give him as much trouble as he thought it would. He slipped his arms in the straps, nestled his breasts into the cups, and was able to latch it together in the first attempt.
His breasts now under control, he sat on the bed, and looked through the contacts for Karyn's number. Seconds later he was listening to the electric ring and waited nervously for his friend to answer.
