An accidental trend?

"Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! I am soooo freaking late!" Lisa muttered as she charged through the backdoors to the building that was hosting the fashion show she was modeling for, dressed in a pair of pink heels and a yellow jacket. "I just hope that Ms. Dubois doesn't -"

"You are ten minutes late, Ms. Williams!" Ms. Dubois shouted in a French accent as Lisa came to a halt. "A bad first impression for your first gig, no?"

"No. I mean, yes! I mean -"

"Silence!" Ms. Dubois shouted, "You are up next! I hope that you at least have your outfit under your jacket!"

"T-that I do, Ms. Dubois!" Lisa said, holding up the box that the matching hat and bag.

"Then get out there!" Ms. Dubois said as she walked away before calling over her shoulder, "And if you ruin this for me, I'll see to it you that the only magazine that will feature you is a Sears Catalogue!"

Without a single word, Lisa quickly put on the hat and took off her jacket, placing her bag over her shoulder as she got ready.

"I do hope you actually manage to surprise me this time, Annette." A woman with a British accent said in a bored tone as Ms. Dubois sat down next to her in the audience. "If you want my approval to finally hit your company, I had better be amazed by what I see."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Jameson." Annette said with a nervous chuckle, "My latest design will, how do the American's say, 'knock your socks off'?"

"I do believe you said that about the last twelve designs..."

"Yes, well..." Annette cleared her throat as the music started up again, "My next model is coming down the runway now, and you can see she - OH GOOD LORD!"

Much to the surprise of everyone, Lisa came down the runway dressed in the pink heels, pink handbag, and silver hat...

And literally nothing else.

Lisa was halfway down the catwalk when the music stopped, causing the young woman to stop in her tracks and look around at the audience. Why was everyone staring at her like that?

Looking up, Lisa soon found her answer in a reflective surface, her pale cheeks turning pinker than her hair. She was so busy getting ready with her hair and makeup, that she had forgotten to get dressed in the outfit she was supposed to be modeling!

"Oooh, this is not good..." Lisa muttered silently, removing her hat and using it to cover her front half.

"Lisa!" Annette snarled in a mixture of anger and mortification as she got to her feet and stomped towards the catwalk. "You're FIRED! F-I-R-E-"

"Annette... Your design... This is..."

"Mrs. Jameson, I apologize for the actions of this currently unemployed imbecile and humbly beg for your -"

"THIS IS PERFECT!"

Annette and Lisa turned to face Mrs. Jameson, the woman practically beaming with excitement at the sight before her.

"Excuse me?" The two women asked simultaneously.