"How lucky can you get?" Jon asked the empty locker room as he stood in front of the one locker that wasn't locked. At first he'd been nervous about exploring the room naked, but once he discovered that he was alone in the room (with the exception of the security cameras that were keeping him safe), he felt much more comfortable walking up and down the rows of lockers, looking for something to wear.
The last row held the one unlocked locker that he stood before. Every time something bad seemed to go wrong on his visit in Girl World, something happened to turn things for the better. A smile had parked itself on his face as soon as he'd found the locker. Upon opening it, the smile grew.
Not only had the locker been left open, but there were perfectly good clothes inside! He hoped that whoever's clothes he was going to take wouldn't mind, but he was in dire need. Quickly, before any of the hot, sexy women that supposedly lived in Girl World saw his shrunken penis, he grabbed the black g-string, pulled it up his legs and tucked his penis down into them. While there wasn't a huge amount of coverage, while he had his case of "shrinky-dink", if he stood right, the g-string was perfect.
The matching bra, too, was perfect. The cups were bigger than he'd had while wearing his lovely blue polka-dot dress, but thankfully whoever's locker he was looting had left breast forms big enough to fill them. As the familiar weight returned to his chest, Jon giggled, causing the forms to jiggle, which, in turn, caused him to giggle more. Getting dressed was just so much fun!
The denim shorts were a little tight, but Jon found that if he left the button undone they'd be just fine. His legs and lower ass felt nice and cool in the shorts, causing him to appreciate once again his luck. He could have ended up wearing a parka if that was what was left in the locker. Instead, he'd be nice and cool, not having to worry about sweating too much on his tropical vacation.
Jon slipped the red plaid shirt on and found that all the buttons were gone. Ever the problem solver, he tied it tightly under his breast forms.
"Just right," he said.
After slipping on the high heeled cowboy boots, Jon noticed the mirror on the locker door. If it stepped back far enough he could make out his face and torso. Something was missing. The lovely red in the shirt seemed to pop with colour, but his face was so pale, so bland.
Again Jon's luck held out. On the top shelf of the locker was one last item: a tube of lipstick. Opening it up he found that it was fire-engine red. He'd always loved fire engines! In fact, he thought as he applied the lipstick to his lips, he'd often dreamed of becoming a fireman. They were just so tough; they got all the ladies.
Replacing the lipstick to its shelf, Jon decided to check out the door he'd discovered while exploring the room. With a wiggle in his denim semi-clad behind, he made his way to the door.
