"I'm pleased to announce that you've all made an excellent choice. I honestly didn't think everybody would choose so wisely, but I must say I'm very happy with the results." And with that, the voice cut out. David's family waited a moment to see if Gilmore would say anything else, but that was it.
"So... that must be it," Andy said. "We all made the right choice. Gilmore's going to leave us alone now!" David watched his family rejoicing, but something gave him pause.
"But he didn't actually say we made the right choice. Just that he was happy with the results. Could he still be messing with us?"
"David, look around," his father said, standing up on his patent leather pumps and smoothing out his skirt. "Do you see anything wrong with this picture? Everything is normal again. I knew as soon as I put on my bra that this was the right choice. It made perfect sense."
"Yeah," Andy agreed. "If I had picked the wrong thing, how would I have known how to put on this bustier?"
David nodded. He felt the same way when he'd made his choice, but there was something in Gilmore's words that still made him uneasy. And he was starting to realize something else. Up until this point, he hadn't even realized how many details of his own life he couldn't remember - so many things about his identity were tied up with the type of clothes he wore. Now, things were starting to come back to him.
His mother belched loudly. "Well, now that all that drama is over, I'm gonna go watch the game." She stood and left for the living room, leaving her dirty plate behind.
"I'll get started on the dishes!" Andy said as he started collecting plates and taking them to the sink, stilettos clicking loudly on the linoleum. David was happy to see his family falling back into their normal routine. He tried to remember, what would he be doing right now?
He looked down at his dress. He loved the color. And the way it hugged his body. He was proud of the choice he'd made, and now he wanted to show off his pride. And maybe find more clothes to show off, too. He knew his closet was already stuffed, but he just had to check out the latest seasonal collections. That seemed like a logical way to spend the day.
But then what? He was starting to feel a boundless energy welling up inside him, and he knew. He wanted to dance. A nightclub? Is that where he usually went? He thought about it - the bass thumping, the lights flashing. It sounded amazing, to just let the music take over, he and his friends having a few drinks (bottle service, obvs), cutting loose on the dance floor and grinding his ass against... against... against what, he couldn't quite remember. It would come to him eventually. But first, shopping!
