Johnny was swift to nod in approval at Clarissa agreeing with him. Sam did look a lot better as Sammie. And he could see the blush that hinted Sammie had some mixed feelings about the way Johnny spoke to the other man. If Sam really was a man at all. Johnny always liked giving Sam confused feelings, and he'd suspected the other boy had them a long time ago.<br/><br/>Thinking it was the best odds of this all coming together Johnny kept quiet for a few moments, letting the girls talk about dresses. It seemed Clarissa talking about nice clothes encouraged the girl in Sam. Still determined to be a strong presence he wrapped an arm around Clarissa's waist, letting her feel his large hand at her hip and eyeing Sam as if trying to challenge him to try and deny what Johnny wanted.<br/><br/>"I'm sure you ladies can figure something out." He glanced at Clarissa, hoping she'd have an idea. Clothing wasn't his area of expertise, besides what got him excited. "I need both of you looking nice and pretty for me." He eyed Sam, smirking wide as he laid out what he expected. "You can do that right, Sammie?" He inquired. His hand squeezed Clarissa's hip, trying to draw her in to encouraging Sam's femininity. "Can't she, Clarissa?" Even if he thought Sam might try and pick up more of an attitude towards him Johnny felt confident he wouldn't fight back if Clarissa was on his side.