"Funny how?" Jon asked.
"Well, it doesn't seem right that this dress is practically transparent. And how come this bra doesn't cover my nipples? Why don't these panties have any fabric in back? Or in front? I'd get more coverage from a pair of shoelaces. It all just seems kind of, you know, much," Pete complained.
"I was with you when you got those clothes," Jon reassured Pete. "They're the latest style. I'm sure they're very popular. If you still feel strange, it must be something else."
"Well, my dick is gone, but I guess tits and a pussy are OK instead. And I do seem to be popular. All the guys who pass by keep looking at me and smiling. Hi there, handsome! Is that a flashlight in your pocket or do you just like me a lot?"
"Jon, let me ask you something else," said Pete after the guy with the flashlight was around a corner. "Shouldn't I have pubic hair?"
"I think it's out of style," Jon observed.
"OK, but if transparent clothing is so popular, why isn't anyone else wearing it?" Pete asked after glancing around.
"I suppose that's because it's new. I wish it was more common," said Jon, after which about one passer-by in twenty was showing off the new style. In fact, even the mall cop's kilt was transparent.
"These, uh, my, uh, ah, parts still feel funny," Pete complained. "I think I need to go to the bathroom."
"The girl's room is over there," Jon pointed out, then Pete headed that way and went inside.
"Aaah!" Pete yelled a moment later, as if someone had left a hatpin on the toilet seat. Then, after another moment, Pete reemerged with his panties missing and his dress twisted around sideways.
"Is every thing OK?" Jon asked.
"Jon, I just don't know," Pete explained. "The minute I pulled my dress up and my panties down, I changed into a guy with a huge erection! I couldn't pee! Then, when I gave up and pulled down my dress, I returned to normal. How is that possible?"
