Jon thanked the friendly man for his help, then unzipped the bag that held his new clothes, revealing what looked like a prison guard uniform. A smile formed on his puffy lips. He was worried that he'd be stuck in some sort of girlie movie, something that would be embarrassing should any of his friends and family watch it.
As Jon slid on the fishnet stockings up his legs, he was glad that embarrassment would be the last thing on his mind. Sure, the vinyl skirt was short and tight, and sure the top didn't do much to hide his breasts, but why would he want to hide them? He was a man, damnit! He wanted to show off his body!
Finishing his look with the high-heeled shoes, he looked at his body in the mirror. His chest was heaving with excitement through the tight blue top. Jon had never been in a movie before, and he couldn't wait to get started! He swirled his baton experimentally, checked that his handcuffs were tightened to his wide black belt, felt under his skirt to double check that he had left off any panties. He wanted his look to be authentic, after all.
"Hey slut!" called the friendly man outside, "You about done in there?"
Jon giggled and replied, "Of course!" He opened the door and stepped out, ready to become a movie star.
