Greg stumbled out of the dressing room as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, glancing down at Jack's feet. "Not bad. And at least I don't have to worry about death by stiletto tonight." The heels on the shoe were decidedly thicker, to support the awkward balance of the novice crossdresser, apparently.
He had the dress back on the hanger, and glanced back up at the front, before holding it out for Jack, the other hand digging in his pocket. He pulled out a couple rumpled hundreds, passing them off with the dress. "You better handle that,"