Yes

"Sure lets do it" Susan nearly jumped of the bed and went straight for my suitcase. She ripped it open and went through the slow process of removing almost ever article of clothing I had in there. Saying things like "Too tacky, too high cut, this one makes you look like a prude". Once all of my clothes had been unceremoniously tossed in a corner of the room Susan opened her closet and started putting outfits together.

She tossed in tank tops, skinny jeans, boy shorts, skirts, and numerous similar articles. She walked over numerous times holding various pieces against me and asking for my opinion on which I liked better. I honestly had no taste for actual fashion and always picked the left most article. Luckily Susan didn't notice she was far to interested in dressing me in the most revealing clothing she owned. It didn't help Susan was a fair bit smaller than me. I could barley fit into her skinny jeans, the tank tops turned into crop tops, and her skirts were non existent with my longer legs. Susan didn't seem to care and soon my bag was completely stuffed with all new clothes.

Susan sat down content with her work and handed me another beer. _Do I really need another I already agreed to change my whole wardrobe after {if **** = 5} one beer {elseif **** = 10} two beers and was really starting to feel buzzed{else} three beers not to mention I am feeling a little light headed{endif} what would I end up doing if I let this continue.