Jealousy

"Jon! Jon!"

Slowly the voice began to pull Jon from his daze. He felt dizzy, disoriented. Where was he? What was happening to him?

"Jon! Are you alright? Do I need to call a doctor?"

That voice. Jon knew that voice. A friendly but concerned voice. Something must have happened.

"Jon! You have to wake up!"

Kelli! That was it! That voice belonged to his roommate Kelli!

Jon opened his eyes. He was laying on the sidewalk in an urban environment. Girl World. Yes, that was it. He must have fainted. There was something he saw that was upsetting, something unnerving. What was it again...

Looking down at himself, Jon felt relieved. Sometimes when people faint they become dishevelled. Passersby might see a man whose clothes have become dislodged, revealing parts of themselves that they'd rather keep hidden. Not Jon. His bikini, his breast forms, were all still perfectly in place. Even his flip flops were still on his feet.

"Oh thank God," Kelli was kneeling next to him, "You had me worried sick. Are you alright?"

Jon sat up and shook his head. The first thing he noticed was that the tingle on his head had vanished. The second was that as he swung his head back and forth his hair, his long, auburn hair, hit him in the face. The red pill must have worked! Maybe that was why he'd fainted! Maybe his hair had grown too quickly, causing him to become dizzy!

Then there was the third thing he noticed.

Kelli's chest.

His roommate, Kelli, was less than ideal. Jon had come to Girl World to meet women. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Jon had come to Girl World to meet and have sex with women. Nobody could blame him of his ambition. It was what everyone came to Girl World to do. At least that was what he had assumed.

It seemed that there was this entirely other subset of men who travelled to Girl World for their vacations. A group of men who weren't there for the women, but instead coming to dress, look, and act like women. Men like Kelli.

Kelli was a crossdresser, as evidenced by his embarrassing outfit. Walking down the middle of the city in nothing but a pair of panties and high-heeled shoes? Jon couldn't understand how someone could have such little self respect.

But now there was the case of Kelli's chest. Kelli's huge chest.

He knew that griping was useless, that it would get him nowhere, but staring at the enlarged nipples, the huge, bulbous protrusions jutting out in front of Kelli, and Jon found himself fighting to avoid being consumed by envy.

Of all the people in Girl World, why would a crossdresser like Kelli end up getting a huge, manly chest like that? How big was he, anyway, a D cup? An E?

Jon **** himself to look away. Even with his breast forms, which he believed were top-of-the-line, he was sure that women would be drawn to Kelli over him. And Jon wouldn't be able to blame them, either. Kelli's chest made him look built. Jon's roommate went from looking like a sissy to looking like an action star.

"Your chest..." Jon mumbled.

"I know, right?" Kelli beamed, still on his knees next to Jon, "It was an accident back at our building, pretty painful, but check me out now! I've never looked better!"

Climbing to his feet, Jon wondered if he would be able to head to the apartment to duplicate the accident. He could put up with pain, especially if he were to get what Kelli got.

No, that wasn't the solution. Whatever had happened to Kelli was probably a freak occurrence. It would be a waste of time to head back home in hopes of it happening again.

"Look," Kelli said, joining Jon on his feet, "We're kind of alone out here, and I'd feel much better spending some time with you, making sure that you're doing okay. I'd hate for you to faint again."

Kelli had a point, and Jon did feel a bit exposed on his own, especially if there was something wrong.

"Fine," he said, a bit begrudgingly. Not wanting to be seen with a crossdresser was not made worse by the fact that any women they ran into would probably be into that crossdresser, "What do you have in mind?"

"I dunno," Kelli said, looking up and down the intersection, "Looks like there's a stadium up the road. Want to see if there's a game happening?"

Jon followed Kelli's gaze. How had he not noticed the huge stadium just a block away? He chalked it up to his dizzy spell, dismissing the sense that he had missed something.

"That sounds great," Jon said, adjusting his bikini strap, "A game and a few beers sound great. And if it's premium content," Jon held up his earnings, "my treat."

Kelli thanked him and they walked, side by side, toward the stadium. It was true: watching a game would be fun. He just had to get his head around how conflicted he felt. Jon both hoped he ran into a Girl World woman, but also hoped that he didn't, at least while he was spending time with his chesty friend.