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Question: Write a story about a teenage guy who was at a beauty pageant with his best friend to support her. While he was bringing her through registration to the changing area, his friend was bustled off for the first round. Before he could head out to the audience, a lady came over and mistook him for one of the contestants, due to his slim build and long hair. He quickly found himself hustled out of his clothes, and into a purple set of bra and panties, with some falsies inserted in the bra, before a pair of stocking were pulled up his legs, and he was told to step into a lovely purple knee length dress, which was then zipped onto him. His makeup was then done, nails painted, and his hair styled into curls. When it was done, he looked quite convincing, and he stumbled slightly as his feet were shoved into some heels. When he caught up with his friend, she giggled and told him he looked gorgeous, and she couldn't wait to see how he did in the swimsuit round, as she thought he would look cute in a bikini.
Austin never anticipated his day would turn out like this. He had come to the Silver Springs Beauty Pageant solely to support his best friend, Emily. She had been nervously preparing for weeks, and he had promised her he'd be there every step of the way. As they made their way through the bustling hall to the registration desk, the air was thick with a mix of perfumes and anticipation. Competitors and organizers were bustling about, their energy almost electric. Emily gave Austin a quick hug before following the pageant staff to the changing area. Emily's first round was starting soon, and Austin was about to head out to find a seat in the audience. Before he could make his escape, a frantic lady in a sleek black outfit caught his arm. "You there!" she exclaimed, her eyes darting around in a hurried frenzy. "We're behind schedule. Why aren't you in costume yet?" "Me? I think you’ve got the wrong person," Austin stammered, but his words got lost in the chaos. There was no time for explanation. The lady swiftly guided him to a dressing room. "We need every contestant ready NOW!" she demanded, pulling him in with a surprising amount of strength. Next thing he knew, clothes were being unbuttoned and yanked off, his modesty was a distant memory. Within minutes, he found himself standing in nothing but his boxers, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "What's happening?" he started to protest, but the staff worked with such speed and determination he couldn’t utter another word. A pair of purple bra and panties were thrust at him. He hesitated, but a stern pair of eyes silenced any protest. Feeling strangely out of place, he obeyed, slipping them on as best as he could, blushing deeply. "There, not so hard," the frantic lady commented absently. Falsies were inserted into the bra, and a pair of black stockings were pulled up his legs. Austin stared into the mirror, failing to recognize the slim, shapely figure staring back at him. A lovely purple knee-length dress was presented next, and Austin stepped into it gingerly. The silky fabric felt unfamiliar against his skin as the lady zipped it up. He could barely breathe, yet they moved on to the next phase—make-up. Brushes and powders flew at his face, transforming him far beyond what he thought possible. His nails were swiftly painted a delicate pink, and his long brown hair was styled into bouncing curls. When the hurried makeover crew finally stepped back, he hardly recognized himself. "Perfect," one of them said, shoving a pair of heels onto his feet. Austin wobbled slightly, trying to balance on the unfamiliar footwear. Unsure of what to do, he stumbled out of the dressing room, trying to find his way back to Emily. He felt a touch on his arm and turned to see her there, dressed in her sparkling blue gown, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Austin?" she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh my God, you look gorgeous!" "This is insane," he whispered, pulling her aside. "What's happening?" "I guess they thought you were a contestant," she grinned. "You do have the figure for it." Emily took a moment to look him over and then, with a mischievous sparkle in her eye, she added, "Well, I can’t wait to see how you do in the swimsuit round. I think you’d look adorable in a bikini." He groaned, but perhaps there was a silver lining. Even if he had to parade around in a bikini, at least he’d be there for his best friend, keeping his promise in the strangest way possible.
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