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 what looked like an old fashioned kissing booth. It was a simple design, a wooden frame painted red, a red skirt around a table, and a sign at the top that read, "Kisses - $1.00". At the table was a someone who at first Jon took for a young woman, but as he approached the booth, he discovered was a young man with long blonde hair, wearing a fancy red evening gown.
Jon sighed, again resigned to the fact that everywhere he looked in Girl World there were crossdressers, but no women. Sure, he knew deep down in his core that the women were out there somewhere, but he was beginning to feel frustrated that he wasn't running into them. What had he done to deserve this terrible luck?
"Care for a kiss?" the drag queen asked through painted lips. The thought sent a shiver of revulsion down Jon's spine as he licked his own lips, tasting the remnants of his fire-engine red lip balm. Why would anyone want act like that, dress like that?
"No thank-you," Jon responded politely, pulling up his bikini bottoms in a manly manor, ensuring that the behind was neatly tucked inside his butt crack.
"That's alright," the dressed up man replied, "it's a slow day, anyway. Say, would you be interested in doing me a favour? I'll make it worth your while."
"What do you have in mind?" Jon's was always interested in helping out a fellow human being.
"I really need to go to the bathroom, but I don't have anyone to cover me for another hour. Could you sit in the booth for me while I run? I'll make it quick, I promise. Also, any money that comes in while I'm gone, you can keep. No questions asked."
It sounded like a great idea to Jon, so he nodded, and stepped into the booth as the attendant skipped toward a building down the road. The cool metal of the folding chair caused goose bumps to form on Jon's exposed skin. For the first time since he left the apartment that morning, he wished he had brought a change of clothes. Sure, dressing like a beach bro in his blue bikini was great for picking up women, but it certainly wasn't all-purpose clothing. Maybe after he was done in the kissing booth, he could do a little shopping.
Beneath the table was a small shelf. Leaning down, feeling the weight of his breast forms in his top, Jon explored what the booth operator had stored.
A round table-top mirror was the first item Jon found. He placed it on the table, its metal legs holding it upright, and swiveled it so that he could see his face. He looked a mess. The rescue on the beach had left him in worse shape than he had thought, which would not do. What if a woman came by the fair and saw Jon? He would lose any chance he had if they saw him like this!
Luckily, the mirror wasn't the only thing under the table. It was as if he had walked straight into a barber shop. Jon found everything a man would need to groom themselves back into tip-top shape. Foundation, eye-liner, lipstick, blush, false eye-lashes, and even a long, red-haired wig.
Jon got straight to work. With a focus and intensity that he rarely displayed, Jon stared in the mirror and made up his face until it was perfect. His big, puffy, kissable lips were again bright red, but now so was his hair. His eyes popped with the eye-lashes and liner, and his skin was blemish free. Even his cheekbones were more pronounced. He looked, in a word, masculine.
Not wanting to leave a mess behind when the booth attendant returned, Jon quickly put the make-up and mirror away, leaving the table-top empty. Empty, that was, with the exception of the dollar bill sitting alone in front of Jon. He looked up. There, with a grin on his face, was a short, round, sweaty man.
"One dollar, one kiss, right?" the man said.
Jon grinned. Maybe he'd end up with a little bit of pocket money for some new clothes after all!
