...a kissing booth!

As Jon walked down the road, booths of all shapes and sizes greeted him, beckoning him to explore their wares. Some were adorned with games, while others boasted enticing items for sale. But it was the old-fashioned kissing booth that caught Jon's eye. Its wooden frame painted a bold red, with a matching skirt around the table, and a sign perched on top announcing "Kisses - $1.00". As he drew closer, he realized that the attendant was not a young woman, but a young man with golden locks cascading down his back and donned in a resplendent red evening gown.

Jon sighed, again resigned to the fact that everywhere he looked in Girl World there were crossdressers, but no women. His heart (and loins) yearned for a glimpse of a real woman, but all he seemed to find were men in women's clothing. His frustration mounted as he wondered what he had done to deserve this cruel fate.

"Care for a kiss?" the attendant purred, his lips painted a vivid hue. The thought sent a shiver of revulsion down Jon's spine as he licked his own lips, tasting the last remnants of his fire-engine red lip balm. Why would anyone want act like that, dress like that?

"No thank-you," Jon responded politely, pulling up his bikini bottoms in a manly manor, ensuring that they were neatly tucked inside his butt crack, acting with a sense of masculinity he hoped would offset the feminine energy surrounding him.

"That's alright," the dressed up man replied, "it's totally slow today, anyway. Say, could you, like, do me a favour? I'll make it worth your while."

"What do you have in mind?" Jon's was always interested in helping out a fellow human being.

"I really need to go to the bathroom, but I don't have anyone to cover me for another hour. It's totes embarrassing! Could you sit in the booth for me while I run? I'll make it quick, I promise. You can totally keep anything you make. No questions asked."

It sounded like a great idea to Jon. He'd had such luck the night before making money, and so he decided to try again. He would eventually have to find a change of clothes, not wanting to spend the entire day in his swimsuit, and there was no way to tell whether clothing stores in this part of Girl World were premium content or not, so he was unsure whether he needed the money or not. Yes, there was still some left over from his bar tips, but if he could avoid returning to the apartment he was all for it.

And so he nodded, stepping into the booth as the attendant skipped toward a building down the road. The cool metal of the folding chair caused goose bumps to form on Jon's exposed skin, reminding him that perhaps the next time he went out, he should think ahead in case he needed a change of clothing on his adventures. After he was done in the kissing booth, he was definitely going do a little shopping.

Beneath the table was a small shelf. Leaning down, feeling the weight of his breast forms in his top, Jon explored what the booth operator had stored.

A round table-top mirror was the first item Jon found. He placed it on the table, its metal legs holding it upright, and swiveled it so that he could see his face. He looked a mess. The rescue on the beach had left him in worse shape than he had thought, which would not do. What if a woman came by the fair and saw Jon? He would lose any chance he had if they saw him like this!

Luckily, the mirror wasn't the only thing under the table. It was as if he had walked straight into a barber shop. Jon found everything a man would need to groom themselves back into tip-top shape. Foundation, eye-liner, lipstick, blush, false eye-lashes, and even a long, red-haired wig.

Jon got straight to work. With a focus and intensity that he rarely displayed, Jon stared in the mirror and made up his face until it was perfect. His big, puffy, kissable lips were again bright red, but now so was his hair. His eyes popped with the eye-lashes and liner, and his skin was blemish free. Even his cheekbones were more pronounced. He looked, in a word, masculine.

Then, seeing that one last thing needed work, Jon pulled out a pair of tweezers. Like a renaissance artist, Jon's hands moved with absolute intent, plucking and shaping, creating two masterpieces above his eyes. Having never noticed how unruly his he looked before, he was amazed at the craftsmanship he demonstrated in remedying his unsightly image. Then, when he was done, his eyebrows the image of perfection, Jon blew a kiss to the mirror, raising one amazing eyebrow for effect.

"You are one handsome devil," he told himself.

Not wanting to leave a mess behind when the booth attendant returned, Jon quickly put the make-up and mirror away, then affixed the red wig to his head, leaving the table-top empty. Empty, that was, with the exception of the dollar bill sitting alone in front of Jon. He looked up. There, with a grin on his face, was a short, round, sweaty man.

"One dollar, one kiss, right?" the man said.

Jon grinned. Maybe he'd end up with a little bit of pocket money for some new clothes after all!