Yes

Bruce passes you the costume, and leaves you alone in the dressing room. You pull off your pants, shirt, and underwear, standing naked before a large mirror.

You begin putting on the costume, starting with the leotard. Looking in the mirror, you see the black, form-fitting piece of clothing is so form-fitting anyone could perfectly see your small cock bulge. It is simultaneously enticing and humiliating and you see the small bulge begin to grow.

Bending over to grab the accessories, you feel the leotard squirm its way into your ass crack, giving you a huge wedgie. You pull at it, but every time you take a step it just gets worse. The heels you put on a moment later don't help either.

Fastening on the collar and bracelets, you leave the dressing room. Bruce, with his eyes constantly glancing at your obvious bulge, guides you to the kitchen, where you get a crash course in drink names and table numbers.

Your first orders are a bottle of wine for a couple at a table, a beer for some drunkard in the corner, and a water for one of the femboy strippers.