Planning and anxiety

"Why the hell did I make that a goal, man?" James asked, plopping down on the couch. He had turned back to his normal self earlier in the day. It was nice to be back.

"Cause you didn't think it would be met?" Mike asked. "It's not that bad, man. You've worn those costumes plenty."

"The costumes cover way more than a fucking bikini will."

"Sure," Mike said. He leaned back on the couch, eyes darting between James and the TV. He was silent for a moment, then shrugged. "If you really feel like you need to do it..."

"I probably should. If I don't I imagine people won't be happy."

"Sure," Mike said. "But, like I was saying, if you feel like you have to? There are options. Pills that are a little more specialized."

"I... sure? What are you suggesting?"

"Well, there's Psyche pills. They can load a new persona right into your head. Get one that makes you an e-girl for the duration, one that won't mind prancing around in a bikini? Problem solved, right?"

James considered, then shook his head. "I dunno man, that sounds scary. Like... I wouldn't even be me on that pill? How does that work?"

"Not sure. But it's an option. If that's too much, well... there's Bimbo pills. They won't replace your personality, but they make you more outgoing and, well, dumber. You probably wouldn't give a second thought to wearing something like that."

"Also not that appealing."

"Well, aside from those and sucking it up and just doing it, you could have a custom pill made. Something that makes it so you can only be comfortable wearing minimal clothes. **** yourself to do it."

James considered his options. The safest would be to just go through with it on a normal pill. He had made it through the photo shoot alright. But this was tougher, and if there was a shortcut to get him through it? That was tempting...