Jon set out into the crowd. She wasn't used to having her breast swing like this and it was difficult to balance. The crowd wasn't helping either, jostling and knocking (sometime on purpose) into her or her chest. Jon was having lots of trouble walking let alone, holding onto the pink lingerie bag.
Several guys walking past oggled Jon, which made her fell very uncomfortable. Suddenly, her eyes opened wide in suprise a guy had come up behind her and grabbed her ass. Furious, Jon swung around to confront this pervert. Unfortuantly, with her new breasts swinging was a bad move and, her body spining dangerously, Jon fell down. The guy laughed and looke down at Jon as she sat on the floor, her ass hurting. Jon realised that from his point of view the guy could probebly se straight down her shirt. She glared at him her face red.
The guy bent down, and Jon thought for a moment that he might be trying to help her up. He wasn't the guy cupped both of Jon's large breasts in his hand and pushed them up and together to make better cleavage.
"Nicee" he said with a grin.
Jon was on the brink of tears, she felt so violated. This guy had just grabbed her ass, knocked her down and felt her up. This was an absolutely crappy day.
Suddenly a fist came flying out of no where, it caught the guy square on the jaw. Almost in slow motion the guy's face rippled from the impact his eyes popping and then he went sprawling. Jon turned to see where the fist had come from. It belonged to a middium height, slightly hefty build. She was wearing a pair of overalls, a black longsleeve shirt and black leather sandals. She had red hair which was pulled back into two messy buns on her head and she had a pair of green goggles with the "biohazard" symbol on them. She was rather attractive, in an understated way.
"Are you all right?" the girl asked without taking her eyes off the guy how was now clutching his face in pain and swearing loudly.
Jon blinked supprised,"Oh... yes. Thank you!"
"My name is Kanako." the girl said flicking her eyes to Jon as she extended a hand to help her up.
"Jo...er Well my name is Joan, but You can call me Jo." Jo(a)n said, taking the offered hand. "Wow, you're really strong."
"I ought to be," Kanako laughed "I take Kick boxing and Judo."
Kanako switched her gaze over to where the guy was getting slowly to his feet his nose dripping blood.
"...and you... Don't evr let me see you molesting people in public again, or I'll break your arm in three places." She snarled as the guy ran away. Seriously, men drive me nuts. He didn't hurt you did he? Right out in the open, it's disgusting."
"No I'm okay." Jo(a)n replied, now that she was standing, she could see the difference in their heights, Kanako was about 5'3" and rather curvey. Had she still been a boy, Jo(a)n would have found her quite attractive. Kanako was a little heavily built, though by no means fat. "I guess I'm just a little shaken."
Kanako knodded, "Come on, we can go sit down for a while in the food court."
As they started off, Jo(a)n still found that she was having trouble walking. Noticing this Kanako drapped on of Jo(a)n's arms over her shoulder and helped her walk to the food court. As they sat there, Jo(a)n was struggling with herself. On the one hand, the boy inside her mind couldn't help but be attracted to Kanako, where as the girl wanted to redo her look and make her less of a Tomboy. To distract herself from this interenal arguement Jo(a)n tried to start up a conversation.
"Kanako is an interesting name. It sounds foriegn, but you don't look foriegn." Jo(a)n said.
Kanako sighed. "Yeah my mom's Japanese and my dad's Irish-American. It's kind of a pain. My full name is Kanako Margot Mc Ranth. It's quite a mouthful."
"So why are you taking... what was it again?"
"Kick boxing and Judo? I don't like feeling weak and fragile, so if anyone messes with me I beat the snot out of them."
Jo(a)n was having trouble not staring at Kanako's breasts and silence fell again, until Kanako said...
