What to Wear?

Perhaps it was the insidious influence of the Girl World software, or maybe the ghostly specter he had conjured up to haunt his abode was wreaking havoc on his mind, but Jon had never considered that donning women's clothing would be just as mortifying as being caught in a towel - perhaps even more so. Nevertheless, as he absentmindedly rifled through the racks of garments that filled the room, Jon found himself ensnared by a host of unfamiliar thoughts: musings on color, texture, and style, concepts that had once been alien to him, given that he had previously only concerned himself with covering his body. Yet Jon remained oblivious to these new sensations, instead humming a tune of contentment as he held outfit after outfit up to his frame to gauge the fit.

He couldn't say how much time had passed before he found himself standing before a full-length mirror, the chosen ensemble clutched in one hand. A sense of pride swelled within him, as he marveled at his selection, confident that it would fulfill his needs and grant him the freedom to descend the stairs without a trace of shame. Tossing the towel aside, his body now dry, Jon resolved to clothe himself in...