In the Can

When Jon's vision cleared it took him a moment or two to take in his surroundings. He seemed to be in a public washroom; tile floor, mirrors, sinks, toilet stalls. How had he gotten here? The memory of events leading to him entering the washroom was blurry; he couldn't put his finger on it. Something about a salad and a diet soda... no matter how hard he tried, it escaped him. Then, in a rush, he remembered.

Girl World!

Of course! He was on vacation in Girl World! The memories washed over him like a tidal wave. He remembered the flight over, all the nice men he'd met, the awesome club he had danced at, the house he'd cleaned, the relaxing time at the spa. A grin formed on his face as he remembered getting all messy at the fight club, then skinny dipping in the ocean. Had he really been that daring? Things became a bit fuzzy again when he thought about the school room he'd ended up in, but it didn't matter. He was in the sexiest place on Earth! Soon he'd be neck deep in hot, horny women wanting nothing more than to fulfill his every fantasy.

With his location settled, Jon took to the business of examining his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was that he was not alone. Four men were at sinks, talking with each other, examining their own reflections. The second thing he noticed was that all four men were in drag.

How had Jon not noticed this shocking detail at first? He shook his head at the revelation as he watched a tall, burly man lean in to reapply some mascara. A short fat man in a miniskirt and tube top was fluffing his man-boobs while he checked in the mirror to see if his lipstick had gotten on his teeth. None of the men seemed to care about how they were dressed, they acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world!

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Jon quickly locked himself into one of the toilet stalls and sat down on the toilet, carefully smoothing the hem of his sundress under his legs so it wouldn't get wrinkled. How could these men be dressed as women? Had Jon ended up on the wrong island? No, even though he couldn't remember how he had specifically arrived in the washroom, Jon was SURE that he was on the Girl World island.

The knowledge of his location, however, had no bearing on the fact that Jon was in a public washroom full of men, and he was the only one dressed like a man! Unconsciously Jon crossed left leg over his right, then began to rub the two legs together. Something about the smooth feel of his pantyhose always soothed him stress began to overwhelm him, like during tests in school, or while waiting on the bench to be sent in on the basketball court, or even when his parents fought. The calming behaviour worked, and Jon began to formulate a plan.

The way he saw it, if the crossdressers were pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary, Jon would too. He would walk out of that stall, head held high, and act as if everything was normal. After all, if a man wanted to dress like a woman, who was Jon to stop them? Sure, it was strange to someone like Jon, out of his comfort zone, but if that was how they wanted to live, then so be it. He just didn't want any part of it himself.

And he did just that. Flushing the toilet (to keep up appearances), Jon slung his purse over his shoulder and walked out of the toilet straight to the nearest unoccupied sink. The four men were still there, talking, primping. Jon wanted nothing to do with that, but he didn't let on at all. Instead he quickly washed his hands, and pausing only to touch up his lipstick and adjusted an errant bra-strap, he turned and left, drying his hands on a paper towel that he grabbed on the way to the door, happy to be free of the situation.

The last thing Jon wanted was to be associating with a bunch of crossdressing weirdos.