Satisfied that he had come through the ordeal better than he had hoped, Jon set to discovering his new surroundings. Looking around, he found that he was alone on a loading dock. The machine was humming along behind him, a cool breeze hitting his naked body from above through the vent that had deposited him in his new locale. Below him was a spongy floor, one obviously designed to prevent product from being damaged when it was ready for shipment.
As the stinging and aching of his ordeal fixing the machine began to ebb, Jon took note of his immediate needs. First, he was naked. Sure, it didn't matter that much since he was alone on the loading dock, but he was sure that someone would come along sooner or later. The last thing that Jon wanted was to be seen in his current state by one of his co-workers, not to mention one of those icky crossdressers that he'd been seeing around. He silently cursed his luck that his dress hadn't survived the ordeal. It had been his favourite colour!
Secondly, Jon noticed that the machine hadn't turned off. A sense of pride welled up in him as he thought of the job he'd done fixing such a complex piece of equipment. After a moment of reflection, though, he realized that if the machine was still running, he would soon be hit by product that would be deposited in the same method that he had been: dropped through the vent five feet above his head.
A soft rumble began to emit from the vent, shocking Jon into action. Throwing himself off to his left, Jon just barely avoided being buried in an avalanche of material. He stood up, ignoring the shot of pain from his hip where he had landed, and padded over to investigate the product that had been dropped.
Underwear. The machine had spit out underwear! Jon felt relief wash over him. Sure, he'd need more than underwear to make him feel fully clothed again, but at least he wouldn't be naked!
Jon picked up piece after piece. They all seemed to be in his size, too. What luck! He'd never been a boxer kind of guy, he didn't like the way his penis had no support, so he was happy to find that every frilly, lacy, and even silky pair of panties would be nice and snug. There were a few that even had a g-string in the back, making sure that it wouldn't move too much!
He settled on a pair of see-through white lace panties. It was an easy pick, since he had almost immediately found the matching see-through white lace bra that went with it. While he stepped into the panties, Jon secretly hoped that he'd run into some women while he looked for some more clothes, wanting to show off how his body looked in the underwear. With his body hair all gone, he was sure that he looked absolutely ripped!
Fastening the bra behind his back, Jon heard the approach of booted feet from behind the machine.
"Time for me to go!" he said, bounding off the loading dock, enjoying the way the bra held his breast forms nice and tight, and ran down the empty alley away from the approaching visitors. At the first corner, Jon stopped and peaked around to make sure that he was alone. What he saw was...
