Before anything else, he wants to see his face and bee lines it for the bathroom door. It's closed. Someone is in there, he realizes, and so decides to pass right by and go to his room. However, as he walks by the door, it swings open suddenly to reveal Zoe. She smirks as he gasps, then she looks up and down his body and ridiculous outfit. "Lookin good slut. You could use a wax though!" She giggles as she looks at his exposed hairy thighs.
Jon scrunches up his face and pleads with her "Look Zoe, I'm really not in the mood, can you just let me by."
Zoe's grin fades and she looks at him with concern. Jon realizes that she wasn't trying to be demeaning when she was teasing him. She genuinely felt some playful closeness with him. "Is everything ok Jossie? Did you have a bad night at the club?" She reaches out and takes his hand. They never shared this type of relationship before, and Jon looks away.
"S-Sorry Zoe... Yeah, it wasn't great." he stammers. "Can I just have the bathroom?"
She nods at him and says. "Of course. If you want any help with the waxxing just let me know." He nods nervously. "And you should come to The Spiked Pit with me next time. You know it's more fun over there, and not nearly as judgmental as Club Virgo." She makes a blegh sound and pushes him playfully before retreating to her room.
Well... At least he has access to the bathroom now. He quickly stumbles in and closes the door. A moment of reflection comes over him as he's unsure of what to think about his new closeness with Zoe. Maybe he was more of a sister figure in this reality. Or maybe Zoe helped him come to terms with... his crossdressing. He furrowed his brow as he began to wonder. Was he a metrosexual? Was he a drag queen? A transvestite? A transsexual? He wasn't entirely sure what each of those were, but he was quite sure he didn't want to know, at least not like this. He'd wish everything right in no time. He just had to wait for Karen.
Until then, his eyes fall on the mirror. He couldn't quite see himself, so tentatively, cautiously, he steps before the glass pane. What he finds through the looking glass sends a shiver down his spine, and his hand goes to cover his mouth in shock. Yes he was dressed garishly, and covered in over the top makeup... But to his surprise, he actually looked like a girl. At first glance, a very slutty girl was gaping back at him, open mouthed, and bewildered, but as he began to scan his body he began to notice the subtle tells.
Standing in the heels seemed to help him settle into a naturally cocked posture, which downplayed his otherwise narrow hips. The miniskirt emphasized his pert ass, and gave way to his surprisingly narrow exposed waist. Was he always this skinny? He had to wonder. The tight tube top almost gave the illusion of cleavage so long as you didn't look from the side. His shoulders were a bit too wide, and the faintest shadow of an adams apple could be seen. Finally his eyes reached his face. His jaw line was sharper than the average girls, and his brow a bit thicker, but despite the garish nature of the makeup, it did amazingly well to disguise his masculine features.
His plump red lips were the centerpiece of his flawless complexion, and They...Were...Shiny. He must be wearing an incredibly thick layer of gloss. His cheeks were profoundly red, and with a sudden recognition, he realized that his blush was the same burgundy as his vinyl outfit. His eyes were hidden behind the ghostly shadow, but despite being slutty, his long lashes, and flitting gaze gave him an almost sultry look. If he were being honest, it was surprisingly alluring. Strangely his hair was still his own messy brown hair, the wishes must not affected that.
