Jeff decided to try it out once more, just on the off chance he lands into something pretty fun. It was only just an hour wasted if it turned out bad after all. So he started it up again.
Reality broke down, and then rebuilt itself. Jeff immediately found out the he couldn't move by his own will, yet still was moving along reguardless down a busy sidewalk. It was dark outside, but the lights illuminated everything pleanty enough for the active nightlife of a busy city. From what he could tell, he was clinging onto something behind his back with everything he has. Even his legs are wrapped back around it, albeit at an impossible angle for him to normally bend, but that wasn't important right now. He had to first figure out what/who he is, and his new role in this reality.
He recognized the area as being down town, but not anything else regarding his current role. That was until he was moved over in front of a window featuring woman's clothing when he finally saw his own reflection, or what he believes he is supposed to be anyways.
The reflection in the glass was of a young woman wearing quite the form fitting dress. Strapless and bairly covering her ass, the little dress definitely made her assets look all the more attractive. The back side was for the most part open, save for a single band across her shoulder blades, and the bottom which covered from the small of her back down just past her ass. If Jeff had to venture a guess, he was this woman's dress.
The reflection was simply how the world perceived him, which made sense. He was outside the reality altering feature's targeting, so only he should be able to see himself and not the dress everything else believed him to be. This did mean that reflections must not be subjected to how he sees himself, but to the way the world sees him.
A large finger pinched Jeff's forehead and tugged up on him as his wearer readjusted him slightly before walking away from the window. As the woman walked, Jeff became increasingly aware of the jiggling breasts his shoulders were attempting to contain. Clearly this woman had not gotten the perfect fit, and was just a little too large up top for them to stay in for long periods of time. With each step she took, a sliver more of boob would become free.
But, as his role, Jeff was determined to keep her bouncing breasts contained with his all. Not that he had any say in the matter of course. But those were still his thoughts as he tried to take the mentality of a dress.
Meanwhile, a few more ladies joined up with his wearer and the group entered into a night club. Inside the club, it was dark, loud, and very crowded. His wearer bumped into a few people and had to push through the crowded dance floor quite a lot just to get around. But the real struggle was in keeping Jeff on her body. Her poor decision to get a smaller dress in order to add some extra emphasize to her boobs was turning out to be a mistake as several times over the course of just half an hour of dancing, her boobs had nearly bounced and jiggled their ways out of her dress.
Then some guy started getting it on with her. And as some girls do, she began to dance with him rather up close and personal, while occasionally rubbing into him on purpose. He would slap her ass and sneak a feel once or twice, which she stopped, but in a more playful, rather than annoyed manner. And Jeff was there, feeling all of it. Including the small things she doesn't notice, or chooses to ignore. Like the man's erection occasionally poking into her when they danced.
But as time went on, Jeff's demo into the world of being a woman's dress ended and he found himself back in his room once again.