Jon ran down a hallway. He checked door after door, attempting to find a storage closet or something that would give him something to wear. Most of the doors were either empty or locked. He finally found one that wasn't. It appeared to be a dorm room of some sort. Perhaps there would be clothes here that he could use.
"He's found one of the rooms we set up for him," said Dr. Marsh. "We set up a couple depending on which way he went."
"Excellent," said the mysterious man. "And you're sure he'll put on the clothing?"
"Of course," replied Dr. Marsh. "If he doesn't put on the clothes in this room, he'll put on the clothes in another. They're all equipped with similar clothing choices: skin tight, sexy and only women's. We'll increase the pursuit pressure until he does."
"And to keep him from leaving the building?"
"The exits will be sealed until he puts on the clothing," answered Dr. Marsh. "After that, we'll start guiding him towards a 'conveniently' unlocked exit."
"Good," said the mysterious man. "Continue."
Jon could only find sexy women's clothing. Curses, Jon thought, as he sorted thorugh a skimpy schoolgirl's outfit, a nurses uniform and a bathing suit. As he was holding a maid's outfit, he heard someone at the door.
"Search for the escapee in here," said a sexy woman's voice.
"Yes, Maam," said two young women.
Jon ducked inside a closet just before they entered. Little did he know that they were waiting for him to enter the closet before they came in. The two women seemed to conveniently miss looking in the closet. "He's not in here," one girl, dressed in a string bikini, said.
"Move on to the next room," said the older woman, who was dressed in some sort of military style uniform. "I'll alert the rest of the security chiefs." The three women left.
Jon stayed in the closet until he felt sure that they wouldn't come back. He looked at the maid's outfit. "Looks like I might not have any other choice," he said. "I doubt I'll find male clothes in Girl World." He began to slip on the maid's outfit. He felt a draft up the skirt and decided he'd have to wear some underwear. He could only find g-strings and thongs. Reluctantly, he put on a black g-string. He then slipped out of the room.
"Too bad," said Dr. Marsh. "I was hoping he'd go for the bathing suit."
