Jack takes an idle glance at the board, almost going right past it, until he stops all of a sudden. If he was in a cartoon, there'd be a loud screech from his shoes. "What?!"
After some spluttering, he starts hurriedly explaining for anyone who might be listening. "I can explain, really! I really don't ever go around dressed like that! But those brownies, I mean, it gets you a little loopy, y'know? And I got dared... who the hell was it... Whoever it was, I was saying how I'd look totally ridiculous in drag. I mean look at these arms! This jaw! These big hands! And they said, no no, there are people who go for that— and c'mon, not like I don't know that, but it's not a look I like on myself, yeah? So I said no way would anyone go for me if I was in drag, and they said they bet someone would, and so I asked what they'd bet, and well... Uh, they provided the clothes and makeup assistance and everything and, uh, to get to the point, I lost. I lost big time. Had to tell the folks who hit on me that it was just a bet and they weren't going to get anything but a look out of it. I forget how many pounds I lost, but I went home with an empty wallet. Thankfully not still dressed in all that. The eyelashes were a bitch to remove. Who was that..."
He casts a suspicious look around for whoever might've been the one to put him up to it, then grumbles and takes in the other photos, understandably getting distracted by the more suggestive ones.