Costume Tent.

George brought me over to large white tent where staff coordinators of the parade seemed to be going in and out. We waited until the least amount of people kept funneling through the entrance to minimize the amount of people who will see me.

"So you can really get me something to wear in there?" I asked George as I continued to carry my cardboard sign before my dick.

"Yes, but there is a catch. I can't just walk right in there and bring out a costume. Everything in there is the property of our benefactors, they are strictly reserved for the performers on the floats."

I was flabbergasted, "Wha-then why bother to bring me here?!"

"Chill out, I'm just going to tell my supervisor that you are one of the performers. I'll introduce you to her and we can borrow a costume off the rack that will fit you. You can wear it until you fetch your clothes at work or your place."

"Hold on, I actually have to go in there in front of all those people?!" I watched worriedly as a whole group of people walked right into the tent wheeling a cart full of large onesies.

"Duh," George berated "my supervisor is not going to hand over any valuable materials to some rando. She has to meet the performer in person so she at least knows a face in case gets stolen."

"But I'm naked!" I shook my sign for emphasis.

She waved it off, "Don't worry, this is the costuming department, tons of people walk around naked in there trying on stuff. No one will find it unusual, you just have to pretend to be a performer."

I was panicking internally but in the end I knew I had ****. George was sticking her neck out for me to get me some clothes and here I was complaining. I knew what I had to do. "Alright," I shook my head solemnly "let's get this over with."

"Righteous!" George and I marched towards the tent glancing left and right for people who might walk by and see my bare ass. As it turned out, it wouldn't even matter in a few moments. "Oh yeah, Ahab," George tapped me on the arm "you're gonna have to ditch the sign."

"What?!"

She pointed at my sign, "We have to convince my supervisor that you are a parade performer. You clearly took that from one of the street entertainers. It is literally a sign that indicates you are meant to be on the sidewalks, not in the tent. Get rid of it."

As much as I hated to admit it, what George just said made sense. If I was there for a costume I wouldn't be carrying around a cardboard sign that said, 'Please take a photo of me'. So it was with a heavy heart, that as we approached the entrance to the tent I placed one hand over my crotch and tossed away my sign before placing my second hand over myself as well.

"Don't cover up. Remember what I told you? The costuming department is for performers who are constantly changing in and out of outfits. If you keep your hands in front of your nuts like that you'll only stand out more and look suspicious." I groaned at George's explanation. Taking a deep breath, I cast my hands to my sides as we entered the tent. As predicted, there were a ton of people in here. Most of them were (thankfully) too busy rotating carts of clothes and props to notice me baring it all as I walked in with George.

However, I did not go completely unnoticed. A few women walking past us definitely took notice of my nudity standing before the tent's entrance where light was pouring in like a spotlight, highlighting the contours of my bare muscles. They all smiled and nodded approvingly as they carried heavy sheets to the other end of the tent. Another woman walking before us in high-heels and holding a clipboard just stopped whatever she was doing and paused dead in her tracks just to stare at me for a few seconds. She wasn't overtly surprised at the sight of a naked man inside the tent but she did look quite impressed. Going on everyone's toned down reaction to the sight of me, I assumed George really was telling the truth about how performers just come in here in ordinarily questionable fashion and decided to play my part accordingly. Painting on my most pleasant smiles, I kindly waved at the woman with the clipboard even though I was so embarrassed I could die. She waved back and giggled before she continued walking; she never even noticed just how red my face was then since her eyes never looked up from my dick. Altogether, though some people took an interest, everyone around me appeared too busy with their own work to care about one naked guy. The biggest reaction I got actually came from the girl standing right next to me, "Damn Ahab!" George whistled as she took in the unobstructed sight of my nakedness "You have been holding out on me! That thing is massive!" She pointed at my penis. "Let me take a picture of this. I want to always remember what a stud you are underneath all those clothes." She took out her phone.

Feeling embarrassed all over again, I clapped my hands over my genitals. "George! Come on!"

"Just one pic! I will never ask anything of you ever again. Please?"

I shook my head, "Sorry George, but I already have more than enough naked pictures of me floating around and I certainly don't want anymore. Not a single one!"

George sighed in understanding, "Okay, I got it...Oh! I think I see my supervisor coming! Quick act natural!" Like a fool, I immediately parted my hands from my groin giving George the perfect opportunity to snap a picture of me. "Juuuuuust kidding!" George smiled broadly as she looked at the new treasure captured on her phone for her to share with her many friends later.

"Goddammit George!" Before I could do anything about this deception, George grabbed me by the hand and ran towards the center of the tent with me stumbling behind her.

"My supervisor is going to love meeting you Ahab!"