Jake grinned, "How about Goth Punk gear? I know you're probably not
into it, but it will help loosen you up about trying on other stuff.
Besides it will be fun, and the Goth stuff is all on clearance. The
boss wants me to push it, so even if you try it on and don't buy it my
boss will be happy. Who knows you may decide to buy it for a
Halloween costume?"
"Well, I dunno, Jake," Travis said half curious about how he would
look in goth gear.
"Aw, come on it'll be fun. Right this way," Jake said leading Travis
back through the men's changing room door. Instead of stopping at the
changing rooms, Jake led Travis back through the employees only door.
There was a black curtained room with a big three view mirror. "Take
off your clothes in there. Then come out here, and I'll get your
exact measurements. A lot of our clothing is form fitting, so exact
measurements will be necessary."
"Uh, okay," Travis said as Jake drew the curtain shut behind him.
Jake grinned and walked around the corner to enjoy the view through
the one way glass. He whispered to himself as he rubbed his crotch,
"Oh, yeah, just like I expected a tighty whitey boy. He'll make a
great Christmas present from me to me." Jake adjusted himself and
wiped off his sweaty hands on his pant legs. He turned on a video
camera that he had standing nearby. Then he picked up a black vinyl
garment bag. He then grabbed a tape measure, and walked around to the
curtained changing room entrance.
"Uh, okay, I've stripped down to my shorts," Travis said peering out
of the curtain.
"Good, now I can get some measurements," Jake said throwing back the
curtain and hanging the vinyl garment bag on the curtain rail. The
positioning of the bag guaranteed that Travis couldn't easily close
the curtain.
"Uh, what if a woman comes by?"
"No worries. This is the Men's private fitting room. We'll have total
privacy. Now let's start with your hat size," Jake said wrapping the
tape measure around Travis' forehead and hair.
"I don't wear hats normally," Travis said.
"But you're trying this stuff on for fun, and then you're going to get
a whole new wardrobe, right?"
"Uh, alright," Travis said.
The shoulders, neck, chest, wrists, forearms, biceps and then arm
lengths were next. After each measurement, Jake wrote down the
measurement in a little black leather notebook. Then Travis flinched
as he felt Jake's thumbs inside his briefs' waistband. Jake fold the
waistband down 2 inches, and wrapped the tape measure around Travis's
waist and then his hips.
Travis grunted unintelligibly, but as he still had his shorts on, he
figured this was how a man got measured properly.
"Let's do that 2 more times. Once exhaling and once inhaling and
relaxing your stomach muscles."
"Is this really necessary?"
"For a proper fit? Most definitely."
"Okay," Travis said.
"Now I measure each leg and each inseam. I measure your thighs, knees,
calves, ankles and feet," he said.
When those measurements were written down, Travis felt Jake's thumbs
again. He thought the man was going to fold up the briefs. Instead,
Jake pulled down Travis's briefs to his ankles.
"What the fuck?" gasped Travis covering himself.
"Oh, come on. Haven't you ever been properly measured before? I have
to know which way your cock hangs when you're not wearing briefs. I
give you more on the left or right inseam depending. Let your cock
just hang with your hands at your side."
"Uh, okay just for a second then my shorts come back on," Travis said.
"Fine."
As soon as Travis cock was hanging free, Jake ran the tape measure
down the length of his cock, and the diameter. Travis moved quickly,
Jake had been quicker. Travis pushed Jake away and pulled up his
white y-front briefs. He then backed away from Jake nervously.
Jake laughed, "That wasn't so hard. Here's some punk gear to help you
relax a bit. Then after you've done the punk thing. I'll get you some
preppy clothes to try. And then we'll go for jock gear."
"Jock gear? Whoa? What's this?"
"A dog collar - all the goth punks wear them."
"Why not?" Travis said with a shrug. He put the collar on. It hung
loosely around his neck.
Jake unzipped the black vinyl garment bag, and pulled out an XL shiny
black leather vest with a chain to hold the vest in place.
"Hey, I thought you said, you measured me for a proper fit? This thing
is way too big!"
"No it's not too big," Jake said.
"I guess you're right it's not too big," Travis answered.
"Now take off your briefs and throw them into the waist basket. You
won't be wearing them ever again."
"Uh, okay, Jake," he said obeying.
Jake grinned broadly. The dog tag hanging from Travis's new collar
read simply "SLAVE". "Clothes make the man, collars make the slave,"
Jake said as he started to massage Travis's shoulders. Travis grinned
stupidly, as his neck and shoulders grew to fit his collar and vest.
The chain connecting the two halves of the vest was taut across
Travis's newly muscular broad chest.
"Perfect size 54," Jake commented. Then he glanced down at Travis's
spindly legs straining to support Travis's new bulky torso. "Now we
need to get you some boots, chaps and a pouch, and a hat -- all black
leather of course. I think I've got a size 30 waist with 25 inch
thighs, and maybe I'll surprise you."