Jim turned to Rick, "Dude, you've got to whip me up something more casual to wear. I've got to see her again."
"Alright, man. I guess you deserve this chance. You're going to owe me, though, big time! And just so you can't say I didn't warn you, I'll tell you now that I'm going to laugh my ass off if she's not into guys."
"Fine, fine. Just give me something that I can wear around town."
Rick muttered another something unintelligible, with more arcane gestures, and Jim felt his clothing shift around. Instead of a fancy dress, he had on a very short, dark blue skirt, and a sky blue, deep cut, v-neck T-shirt. At least, he thought, Rick remembered to make sure I have a bra and panties on, even if a thong would not have been my first choice. Then he asked, "Did you have to make the skirt so short?"
"Trust me, it looks great on you."
"Maybe, but I feel like I'm more than half exposed."
"Just keep your legs together, and don't worry about it," Rick responded.
"But you said I shouldn't be too conspicuous. This feels like I'm trying to show off. Can I just wear jeans and sneakers, please?"
"Well, you're right about keeping a low profile. Alright." After casting his spell, Rick continued, "Wow. Those jeans look fantastic on you."
"Thanks, man."
"Geeze, it's weird to hear you talk like that in that voice. And
don't stay out all day. I really do need to put you back soon."
"Thanks again. And do you mind stepping out for a minute or two, so it looks like I'm changing without you watching. Just in case Rebecca doesn't forget about me being here earlier," Jim finished.
"Actually, I'll just go downstairs and watch TV for a bit. Have fun."
"I will," Jim assured him.
