((Sorry used the wrong name for the club owner - Louise should be Louie))
Jon couldn't understand why Karyn had changed like she had. Well, he know why Krystal was now acting like this, but how did Karyn become so 'Krystal'. He thought back as he followed Krystal to the changing rooms trying to see where possibly there was a loop hole in the wishes, or something. But, everything kept coming back to the fact that he couldn't see a way out of this situation - yet. He certainly hoped he found one soon because he found himself sat down at a mirror, Krystal stepping up behind him and putting a blonde wig on his head, and started making Jon's new wig look good for the stripping he was going to do tonight.
He wanted to stop her, but he had been ordered to get made up, ready for his first night on the stage as Jon.
"Don't worry dear," Krystal must have read his nervousness, "All the boys will just love you out there."
"It isn't that Karyn." Jon muttered, watching as the dancer finished making his wigged head look almost perfectly natural on his head. He sighed with despair.
"Krystal, dear. Karyn no longer lives here, Jon. And what is it then?" She turned the chair around as she collected her make up kit, and started making Jon's face up.
Again Jon wanted to bolt for the door, but nothing he could do allowed him to move. The first thing he had to do would be to get that stone back and make Louie pay - - - pay big. But that brought back the fact that he couldn't hurt Louie. There had to be away out of it. Finally he replied to Krystal's question, "You are making me look like a girl!"
"If you don't like it, leave." Krystal snickered, and Jon was surprised at the almost evil playful glint his friend - once friend - had in her eyes.
"You know I can't. I was ordered here."
She smiled, and puckered up his lips, slowly smoothing red lipstick over them, "Then you must like it Jon, because no one can really force you if you didn't want to be forced."
Closing his eyes, feeling her finally release his lips, he responded, trying to ignore the taste and feel of the smooth silky lipstick on his lips, "They can if they have that rock. He is forcing you to be his slave."
Krystal stood up a moment, eye mascara now finished with and looked at Jon's almost finished made up face. "No, Jon, dear. I love being his slave, I want to be his slave because I want to be his slave. Don't worry dear, you will learn just how great it feels to be like me, and the other girls and then you will love it also." She bent over and finished off a little of eye liner on his eyes, and smiled.
Muttering to himself, Jon replied, "No, I won't."
"It doesn't matter anyway, you just worry about dancing great tonight. Oh . . . " she placed the makeup down and then walked into the closet, then came out with a black outfit, which had black stockings and white trimmings.
"Oh no, please no." He wanted to stay sitting but he was unable to prevent himself getting ready for the dance. He stood up and took the maid uniform, placing the items on one at a time, and by the end of it there was no doubt as he looked in the mirror that he was a guy in drag. But Jon remembered Louie's last wish about the guys liking him even though he was a guy dancer. This was not going to be fun, and Jon knew he had to figure out something before he had to dance too many times. . .
