He actually fell asleep and started losing track of time.  Well, he thought groggily, perhaps I'm being silly.  Put on something or other, and someone will show up and it'll be off again before you know it.  He glanced at the screen, not thinking about it too much.  The whole thing was starting to feel like a strange dream anyhow.<br/><br/>He tossed through undies scattering thongs here and there, looking for something that would at least cover the goods reasonably well.  He'd just pull on whatever came along in the realm of sporty or boyish fit, or at least something with a solid color?  The dresses were a bit harder.  Nothing seemed to be a plain functional soft sheath, exactly.  Finally he settled on the longest aqua sequin tube he could find.  It seemed pretty ridiculous, but hey, turn on the little emcee and get the show on the road.  Or better, back into bed.  He spent a few seconds trying not to look in the mirror, smoothed down the sides once mulling over the feel, snorted and looked for something else to do while waiting.  It didn't make much sense that he'd end up in here only to wait to get out.  Someone would come along...<br/><br/>