"Hold on a minute," Ellen said. "You can't go out there like that."
Randy looked down at himself and suddenly knew what she meant. He totally forgot about his T-shirt, which had PARTY GIRL printed on the front. He was meaning to come back here originally to change his shirt, but he got distracted by Steve.
But what Ellen said next had nothing to do with his shirt. "Randy, you're not wearing a bra."
"A what?" he asked, astonished.
"You know, a bra? The undergarment that supports your breasts? Jeez, you must have really knocked your head hard."
"But I don't need a bra," Randy said.
"I know you want to get a lot of guys' attentions, but going braless is not the best way." Ellen turned and headed towards the dresser, then opened one of the drawers. "Take that shirt off."
"Gladly," he said. He had no intention of putting it back on.
Ellen turned back around, holding a white lacy bra in her hands. "I think this one will be fine."
"I'm not wearing that," Randy said.
"Oh don't be such a bitch, Randy. You have to wear something underneath. I'm not letting you out of here until you do."
"Fine," he said, snatching it out of her hands. He could just take it off later, after he got away from her. He looked at the bra, then proceeded to put it on. He didn't even notice how easy it was, as if he had been putting bras on himself for years, which obviously had never happened before.
After putting it on, Randy looked down at it, seeing the cups sagging on his flat, but muscular, chest. That's strange, he thought. I thought I was more muscular than that. In fact, he was, but ever since he put on the PARTY GIRL shirt, he had been slowly getting less and less muscular, as his skin became more and more smooth, like a girl's. Also, unknown to him, all the hair on his body, save for his head hair, eyebrows, and eye lashes, had disappeared.
"Okay, now put the shirt back on," Ellen said.
Randy did as she said, even though just a moment ago, he had decided not to. "Can I leave now?" he asked.
