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What Am I Wearing in This Shot
3D Render by Kev914Jake asks. "I didn't get an outfit."
The wardrobe assistant is standing by a rack of designer clothes, jawing on some gum. She looks him up and down. "What you have on looks good to me, Sweetie" she replies.
Jake puffs out some air and rolls his eyes. "This isn't that kind of shoot," he responds. "You know it's not that kind of shoot!"
"Pity" The wardrobe assistant shrugs and turns to the rack of clothing and begins pawing her way through. After a bit, she pulls off a garment and hold it at arm length while she looks back and forth between Jake and the garment several times. Following her evaluation, she just tosses the garment aside. More pawing follows until she finally brings out another garment. This one she walks right up to Jake and presses it against his chest.
He looks down at her hand tentatively and then grabs hold of the garment. "It's OK. I have it now. You can let go."
"Are you sure?" she asks as her eyes drill into his and then slowly follow his body down to his feet. "I wouldn't want you to drop anything.," she nods at the towel as she chomps some more on her gum.
"No," Jake responds as he backs away. "We wouldn't want that to happen. We sure wouldn't want that to happen!"
The wardrobe assistant smirks. "Well, you better go. You better hurry or you'll miss your cue." At that she turns and strolls back to her spot by the clothing rack. "Let me know if you any help. I'll be right here!," she calls after him.
Jake shakes his head. "I won't! I won't need any help. I'm good." He almost loses his grip on the towel. "But thank you! Really, I'm fine!"
As soon as he's sure she's not looking back, Jake bolts for the dressing room. One inside, he jerks the curtain closed behind him, almost pulling it off the hangers.
Standing there for a moment, he lets out a sigh of relief to collect himself. But then he remembers he has to hurry. He drops the towel and begins to fumble with the clothing. His fingers don't seen to want to work.
And then suddenly, unexpectedly the cubicle gets brighter as the curtain flies open.
And there she is filling the opening. Chomping on her gum. "I thought you called me!" she chirps.
And Jake could swear he heard that music from Psycho.
Wasn't sure if this should be T or M but I made it M
The wardrobe assistant is standing by a rack of designer clothes, jawing on some gum. She looks him up and down. "What you have on looks good to me, Sweetie" she replies.
Jake puffs out some air and rolls his eyes. "This isn't that kind of shoot," he responds. "You know it's not that kind of shoot!"
"Pity" The wardrobe assistant shrugs and turns to the rack of clothing and begins pawing her way through. After a bit, she pulls off a garment and hold it at arm length while she looks back and forth between Jake and the garment several times. Following her evaluation, she just tosses the garment aside. More pawing follows until she finally brings out another garment. This one she walks right up to Jake and presses it against his chest.
He looks down at her hand tentatively and then grabs hold of the garment. "It's OK. I have it now. You can let go."
"Are you sure?" she asks as her eyes drill into his and then slowly follow his body down to his feet. "I wouldn't want you to drop anything.," she nods at the towel as she chomps some more on her gum.
"No," Jake responds as he backs away. "We wouldn't want that to happen. We sure wouldn't want that to happen!"
The wardrobe assistant smirks. "Well, you better go. You better hurry or you'll miss your cue." At that she turns and strolls back to her spot by the clothing rack. "Let me know if you any help. I'll be right here!," she calls after him.
Jake shakes his head. "I won't! I won't need any help. I'm good." He almost loses his grip on the towel. "But thank you! Really, I'm fine!"
As soon as he's sure she's not looking back, Jake bolts for the dressing room. One inside, he jerks the curtain closed behind him, almost pulling it off the hangers.
Standing there for a moment, he lets out a sigh of relief to collect himself. But then he remembers he has to hurry. He drops the towel and begins to fumble with the clothing. His fingers don't seen to want to work.
And then suddenly, unexpectedly the cubicle gets brighter as the curtain flies open.
And there she is filling the opening. Chomping on her gum. "I thought you called me!" she chirps.
And Jake could swear he heard that music from Psycho.
Wasn't sure if this should be T or M but I made it M






































