Slowly Jon entered the dressing room again and sighed as he dropped the Maid Uniform on the chair. Sitting down in a makeup chair he looked at himself in the mirror and shivered at how the make up did in fact make his face look a lot more feminine, even if he still had that hard jaw and deep set eyes. Turning away from the mirror he looked out towards the School girl uniform that was already laid out on one of the sofas. "Damn Louis had this planned."
Slowly Jon felt complied to get up and walk towards it, slowly removing the last of the clothing he had warn before, since he was pretty much naked, that was the black stockings that he pulled off and dropped to the floor behind him.
Slowly he picked up the white stockings and pulled them up his soft, feminine legs. He swallowed hard as he did because they made his leg tingle as they silkiness of them caressed his smooth silky skin as he pulled them up. Then he took the white panties, pulling them up he found them very uncomfortable around his penis, so he reluctantly tucked it back, which gave him some comfort in the small panties. Next came the bra, which seemed pointless, but he couldn't help himself putting it on, and clipping the back like he had done so all his life - needless to say he could remember how he did it as Jasmine, so it wasn't that hard to remember.
Turning around as he put the blouse on Jon closed his eyes in shock and disgust. Before him he was dressed in the naughty school girl outfit, and once again he looked like a bad crossdresser who really didn't pass. In private it might have been fun to some, but he was about to head out and dance in front of many men, who were going to watch him strip out of this. Of course, they all got excited because of Louie's wish. Jon was relieved that Louie hadn't yet just transformed him body and soul into another slave dancer, it meant he had some time to fight and figure out how to get out of this mess. But a part of him also wished he could just get it over with, the torture was giving that creep pleasure, and Jon wasn't sure if he wanted to keep it up for much longer.
Luckily there was no way that Jon could feel like Jasmine as he looked right now, there before him was not the sexy girl that he had been before, that made this outfit scream sex. Now, to Jon, there was a massive turn off before him, a man in a school-girl uniform just with very sexy legs. But staring at his legs did arouse him slightly, they were so smooth and sexy behind those white stockings. . . so very sexy. He felt himself get a little lost in the desires, and could feel his legs tingle a little as he stared tat them.
"You look, stunning." The voice of Krystal came behind him and instantly helped him pull his attention away from his legs and up into the mirror to look at the woman he had once loved as a friend, and probably more - and right at this moment he hated her for what she had helped do to him. He knew it wasn't her fault for the way she was acting, but, that didn't lessen the blow of being betrayed by the girl he had known for many years.
"Just what I don't want to hear." He muttered, watching he walk up to him with the blonde wig in her hands, and she placed it over his head and chuckled.
"I don't think you do now, but don't worry sis, you will love it when things start to happen to you that make you feel so horny and sexy. Master just made love to me, and you would LOVE to feel that in time, he is such a great love maker."
Jon frowned and looked down, "I don't think I will ever love making love to that pig. Can't you fight it! Come on Karyn, fight that magic, I know you can."
For a moment Krystal looked at Jon with a serious expression, but it faded away so quickly that Jon wasn't even sure it had really been there to begin with. Finally she just giggled and smiled, "Jon, you little funny sissy, what is there for me to fight, I love my life, I love being who I am . . . Give it time sweetie, you will love it too, you will learn what lovely life this will be. Now, you need to get those little shoes on and go out there and please the guest."
Jon looked down at the little black schoolgirl high-pumps, and closes his eyes. They were so small, but then again, his feet were just as small as them and just as dainty. Putting his feet in them, even though he hated the idea, was of little choice to him, the commands of him to get ready for the dance were raging through him still, and unless Louie told him not to do so, he would walk out of these doors to dance again. Jon dreaded the idea that something else might change while he is out there, and wasn't looking forward to finding out what it might be.
