As the two of you exit the garage, you spot a young man, probably about in his mid 20s. He's currently dressed in blue athletic shorts, a purple athletic tshirt, bright green tennis shoes, and a blue sleeveless hoodie. He has medium length blond hair, and a bushy full beard to match.
Vinny gives you a wink, then walks up to the man. You follow, and stand behind Vinny. The man compliments Vinny on his suit, to which Vinny replies that he can have his own if he wants.
"Really dude? I'd love that! I need a new suit anyways."
"Well hold on to your shorts then my friend."
With that, Vinny aims at the man and presses the keys. Quickly, the man's shorts lengthen all the way down his legs, and turn into a more expensive material, becoming stylish blue dress pants. His bright green shoes fade in color, till they're shiny brown dress shoes, polished and slick.
"What in the world?....Why do I have dress shoes and pants on now?..." the man asks in a daze.
"Dont worry pal, there's more where that came from," Vinny said with a smirk.
Next to change was his purple shirt, which the sleeves lengthened out, cuffs forming around his wrists, and a row of buttons materializinh down the middle, as the shirt became a deep purple dress shirt. His blue sleeveless hoodie was now also gaining long sleeves, cuffs and buttons appearing. A peak lapel formed on the front, and a blue pocket square formed in the breast pocket of the newly made, matching blue suit coat. Next up, the man's ear buds slowly slid out of his ears and wrapped themselves around his neck and under the purple dress shirt's collar, the plastic becoming a more silky material. The previous ear buds then straightened down the shirt and fattened out, reaching his waist. Finally, the new necktie tied itself in an Eldredge knot.
"I know I said I needed a new suit...but...not like this..." he says softly.
"Shhh, it's almost over," says Vinny.
Finally, his hair neatened itself in a simple slicked back look, yet elegant at the same time. His beard stayed relatively the same, save for that it cleaned up a bit.
"Welcome to the club pal," I say, grinning.
The man stood up straighter, and returned the smile. "Name's Frank, and thanks."