Fair Day

As Jon strolled back from the beach, he relished in the newfound feeling of being a hero. He reveled in the warmth of the sun on his newly hairless skin, feeling like a mythical creature basking in the glory of its own victory. As he made his way through the crowded beach, men he passed congratulated him with enthusiasm and admiration. Though he knew that some of the men giving him high-fives were crossdressers, he couldn't care less. After all, what did it matter if men wanted to wear women's clothing?

Not that Jon himself would ever dress that way. As evidenced by his courageous rescue, Jon was a man's man, a tough guy, ruggedly traditional in his expression of masculinity.

Jon adjusted his right bikini strap, making sure his breast forms didn't slip too much. The last thing he wanted was to run into one of the legendary sex-pot women of Girl World and have her notice that he was stuffing his top. He would feel like a fraud, not like the he-man he knew he looked like. Most men wouldn't go as far as he had, filling his skimpy blue bikini top with D-cup breast forms, but Jon knew he would have competition from other men in Girl World, and any leg up he could get over his competitors would help. All he had to do was meet one of the women...

Pushing the thought from his mind, Jon rolled up his towel, grabbed his beach bag, stepped his dainty feet into his flip-flops, and began walking back across the beach. He would meet the women when he met the women. Fretting wouldn't solve anything, nor would it hurry them up. While he waited, he was determined to have a great time! He was, after all, on vacation.

Jon licked his puffy lips. What had remained of the fire-engine red lip balm after his swim had been rubbed off on the lips of the man he had saved. Unfortunately for Jon, he hadn't brought the tube with him, having left it on his dresser back at the apartment. He wasn't worried, though. Girl World, he had discovered, had a way of taking care of him. As he stepped off the sand and onto the sidewalk, he wondered just how it would pan out this time.

The street was busy, with people out enjoying the warm sunshine. Men of all shapes and sizes walked up and down the boulevard, hand in hand, arm in arm, hand on ass with the men dressed as women. Jon shook his head in wonder. Girl World was a strange place, but he wasn't one to judge. To each their own, he told himself.

Then he heard music. Not loud music, the type that would be pumping out of a night-club, but soft, sweet music, the kind you would expect out of a fairground carousel. Jon's puffy lips curled into a smile, remembering days gone by, childhood visits to the fair. Sure, he was a full-grown man now, but maybe he could recapture some of that spirit of his youth while on holidays.

Following the sound of the music, Jon hummed along with the tune. He wasn't sure that he'd ever heard it before, but it repeated quite often, and was catchy. The street continued to fill up, and Jon found himself being jostled by the crowd. He didn't mind, though, as whenever he would stumble, a friendly man would grab him by the behind, or by the breasts, or even in the groin, just to steady him and keep him from falling. Girl World sure was filled with considerate people!

Booths lined the sides of the road, some with games, some with wares to purchase. Pausing to take in one particular booth, Jon was happy to see...