The Kindness of Strangers

With nowhere particular to go, Jon wandered. It had been a strategy that had given him success many times on his vacation, exploring the sprawling resort. Girl Word had surprised him over and over, introducing him to new friends, new experiences, each one better than the last.

The time at the stadium was no exception. Nothing in his past would have even hinted that he would be talented enough to entertain a crowd like he and Kelli had done. He felt his self-confidence higher than he’d ever felt before. Toni had called him a star!

“Don’t get a big head,” Jon told himself as he walked down the sidewalk, his new breasts bouncing with every step.

While he knew that the denizens of the resort would have no issue with his state of dress, Jon was aware that he would want to get cleaned up and dressed soon. Not only was he only wearing a skirt with no top, but he was still coated with the discharge from the poor football players that Jon had administered sports medicine to. It had dried already, but the feeling of its crust on his body was, while a source of pride, a little distracting. The divine smell alone was enough to keep him from being able to concentrate.

So Jon decided to prioritize. Get clean, then get dressed, then see what else Girl World had to offer.

But where to get clean? Yes, he had the apartment, but the resort was so big that Jon had long lost track of where the building was. If he had been a bit wiser, he would have noticed the address when he left the building that morning. As it was, he wouldn’t even be able to ask directions.

Not that people wouldn’t be willing to help. Girl World was full to the brim with helpful people. As Jon walked down the sidewalk, he passed man after man, each friendlier than the last. He could feel their eyes on his chest as he moved, lecherous grins on their faces, exuding a warmth and kindness in their eyes that he was unsurprised to see. Sometimes they’d reach out and tweak a nipple or slap his ass. He only wished that life could be move like Girl World back home.

“Excuse me, sir,” Jon said, pausing in front of a young man in basketball shorts and a tank top, “do you know of anyplace that I could get cleaned up around here?”

The young man, old enough to vote but young enough to still be plagued by acne, slowly looked Jon up and down. He gently reached out and cupped both of Jon’s new, manly breasts in his hands.

“I can’t believe you just let me…”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Jon asked, confused, “what was that?”

“I mean, uh,” the respectable young man stammered, giving Jon’s chest a friendly squeeze, “yeah. Clean. Why don’t you come back to my place? It’s just around the corner. You could shower and put on some of my sister’s clothes. You’re around her size.”

“Oh could I?!” Jon couldn’t believe his luck. Both items on his todo list in one stroke!

“Sure,” the young man said, letting go of Jon’s breasts and grabbing his hand, pulling him down the sidewalk, “I’m sure you’ll find a way to thank me later.”

And Jon would! He didn’t know how, but this young man’s generosity would not go unrewarded.