Jack gave it a once over, "Oh darling, you do have an eye, don't you?" Jack might have seemed far too eager to get into women's clothing, but then, those who knew Jack...Wouldn't be surprised.
Taking the dress, Jack moved back to the dressing room, seeing the man-woman eye him and calling out (rather loudly) "Taking the red number for a spin, darling, but I promise to keep my knickers on, don't worry! Everything tucked and stowed!"
Jack took his time in the dressing room, making sure it fell right, fixing his hair from taking off his shirt, that sort of thing, before smoothing his hands down the hips and stepping out, holding his hands up in the universal sign for 'Ta da' and coming out to look at himself in the three mirrors at the end of the row of changing rooms.
"Would it be cheesy and cliche for me to say 'I'd fuck me' right about now, Greg?" He questioned innocently, looking at himself and striking a few poses before glancing at the man over his shoulder.