Yes, you just have to get dressed.

"Just let me change. Then we can go. If that's alright with you?"
"Of course it is. Whenever you're ready,"
You pull the t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. You turn and bend over to get a pair of the knickers bought for you. You feel Alex's eyes roam across your body. You slide the knickers up your thighs. They're simple cotton bikini briefs. Simple, smooth and comfortable. You hold one of the bras in your hands, contemplating whether to wear it or not. Not wanting to upset Alex, you put it on. After adjusting it as best you can, you decide that although it is a tiny bit too tight, it isn't uncomfortably so. Besides, it pushes your boobies up and together, giving you a slight boost in the cleavage department. Always a good thing in your books. You step into the dress, pulling it up and adjusting the shoulders. It has a v-neck, plunging low enough that your cleavage is just visible. You zip it up at the sides and give a little twirl for Alex. He picked brilliantly. The dress hugs your figure in all the right places, before elegantly flowing into a light, floating, knee length skirt. Finally you step into the shoes. You take his hand in yours, "Are you ready?"
"Yes,"
"Let's go"
Hand in hand you leave his apartment.