"No. I'm sorry, but we must abide by the rules." Saying this, the woman signaled some girls off to the side who immediately ran over and took Jon and Karyn by the arm.
"Come with us, please," one of them said as they pulled the girls towards some hastily erected changing stalls in the corner. Misinterpreting Jon's reluctance, she patted him on the arm. "Don't worry. We're the swimwear fashion club at Lake View, and we'll make you look absolutely gorgeous!"
Karyn actually looked intrigued. "Oh, I've heard of this school's fashion clubs. They've gotten pretty prestigious these last few years, and their members often get recruited by top designers after graduation. Even our school commissions them every now and then. This is a very unique opportunity!"
Jon, on the other hand, planted his feet. "Hold on! Can't we talk this over, first? I don't plan on staying very long."
The girls kept tugging on him, though they did seem hesitant, now. They seemed torn between following the woman's orders and not being rude to visitors. "You'll love the new outfit," another club member insisted. "We'll even let you keep it afterwards. Please, won't you let us dress you?"
At hearing the girl's offer, Karyn's eyes brightened, but she held her peace, knowing what was at stake.
Jon only tried to pull away again. "Sorry, but no thanks. If you need us to leave, then we'll leave." Now that their stealthy approach had failed, he figured that he and Karyn could regroup outside.
Unfortunately, the blonde woman overheard the exchange. "Nonsense! We would never throw our guests out, especially such sophisticated young ladies like yourselves. I must insist that you two stay and accept our hospitality. Won't you do this for us?" She focused on Karyn.
Caught off-guard and already vulnerable to the temptation, the girl stammered, "I-I suppose it couldn't hurt."
Her friend blurted out, "What!? Karyn!"
"Excellent!" The woman clapped her hands, causing the fashion club to jump into action once more. "You won't regret it, I assure you!"
To his horror, Jon found his struggles easily overpowered by the Lake View students. For her part, Karyn managed to mouth "I'm sorry" before being rushed into one of the booths by her own entourage of girls. Jon's own "escort" practically carried him into the other booth where they began stripping him down for his fitting. Now past the point of no return, he resigned himself to the process. Well, at least, I'll blend in better. This better not take too long, though.
