"Um, hi, Smitty told me that I should..."
"It's about time you arrived!" the hurried looking man cut Jon off, "We've been waiting for hours!"
"But I just got here," Jon replied, confused, "and Smitty said..."
"It doesn't matter what Smitty said," the man cut him off again, reaching down and grabbing Jon by the shoulder, pulling him into the wardrobe trailer, "When you make us wait, you self-absorbed slut, these productions lose money!"
Jon stammered an apology. If something he'd done had made the man upset, the last thing Jon wanted to do was exasperate the situation. Besides, the man was, after all, going to give Jon some clothes that fit his new, ultra-macho body. So in that perspective, the man was actually super helpful.
Jon couldn't wait to get out of the ill-fitting dress, not to mention the sticky panties that he'd been wearing since he left the Cupcake store. Jon's eyes scanned the racks and racks of clothing. Dresses, skirts, lingerie, each one better than the last. Jon's imagination ran wild, picturing each article accentuating his new body. The way the bodices would push up his breasts, the way the heels would make his legs look, no woman would be able to resist him!
How did it all fit into such a small trailer? Further, how would he ever pick out the perfect outfit from so many great ones? He didn't have long to ponder the questions, as he was shuffled into a small mirror-walled ante-room with a garment bag hanging on a hook.
"Get changed,you lazy whore" them man spat, "They're waiting for you on set."
Jon thanked the friendly man for his help, then unzipped the bag that held his new clothes, revealing...
