The Spirit lifted itself from Jon's body, watching as its magic not only got rid of Jon's body hair, but removed the ability to grow it. From now on, Jon's legs, his arms, his groin, everywhere would be smooth and hairless. The scenario of Jon saving the drowning man had proved the perfect opportunity for the change, and the Spirit didn't let it go to waste. Jon had been in Girl World the longest, and the Spirit wanted to make sure that whatever happened to Karyn and Kelli, Jon would be part of it. For that to happen, the Spirit wanted Jon further along in his transformation. It had plans for his favourite victim...
Jon had never felt like a hero before, and he liked it. Sure, half the people high-fiving him on the beach were crossdressers, but Jon was beginning to not care as much. In the grand scheme of things, who cares if men wanted to dress like women? He certainly didn't. Not that he would ever do it, that is, being a man's man, a tough guy, as evidenced by the amazing rescue he had just pulled off.
Jon adjusted his right bikini strap, making sure his breast forms didn't slip too much. The last thing he wanted was to run into one of the legendary sex-pot women of Girl World and have her notice that he was stuffing his top. He would feel like a fraud, not like the he-man he knew he looked like. Most men wouldn't go as far as he had, filling his skimpy blue bikini top with D-cup breast forms, but Jon knew he would have competition in Girl World, and any leg up he could get over his competitors would help. All he had to do was meet one of the women...
Pushing the thought from his mind, Jon rolled up his towel, grabbed his beach bag, stepped his dainty feet into his flip-flops, and began walking back across the beach. He would meet the women when he met the women. Fretting wouldn't solve anything. While he waited, he was going to have a great time! He was, after all, on vacation.
Enjoying the feeling of the warm breeze on his now smooth, hairless skin, Jon licked his puffy lips. The fire-engine red lip balm he had applied had washed off in the water. Unfortunately for Jon, he hadn't brought the tube with him, having left it on his dresser back at the apartment. He wasn't worried, though. Girl World, he had discovered, had a way of taking care of him. As he stepped off the sand and onto the sidewalk, he wondered just how it would pan out this time.
The street was busy, with people out enjoying the warm sunshine. Men of all shapes and sizes walked up and down the boulevard, hand in hand, arm in arm, hand on ass with other men dressed as women. Jon shook his head in wonder. Girl World was a strange place, but he wasn't one to judge. To each their own, he told himself.
Then he heard music. Not loud music, the type that would be pumping out of a night-club, but soft, sweet music, the kind you would expect out of a fairground carousel. Jon's puffy lips curled into a smile, remembering days gone by, childhood visits to the fair. Sure, he was a full-grown man now, but maybe he could recapture some of that youth while on holidays.
Following the sound of the music, Jon hummed along with the tune. He wasn't sure that he'd ever heard it before, but it repeated quite often, and was catchy. The street continued to fill up, and Jon found himself being jostled by the crowd. He didn't mind, though, as whenever he would stumble, a friendly man would grab him by the behind, or by the breasts, or even in the groin, just to steady him and keep him from falling. Girl World sure was filled with considerate people!
Booths lined the sides of the road, some with games, some with wares to purchase. Pausing to take in one particular booth, Jon was happy to see...
