With the story below in mind:

 Tim wasn't amused, "This must be somebodies idea of a joke," he thought to himself as he quickly searched every corner of his room for any sign of his now missing clothing. None was to be found. Deciding that the quickest way to remedy this situation would be to visit the mall. So he looked for something that he could wear without too much embarrassment. It looked like the rock t-shirt, and the flared jeans. He didn't want to wear any of the skirts, slacks, or dresses hanging in his closet. Well, make that one dress, and it was purple.

First he slips on the pair of white cotton panties, and then finishes getting dressed. Wandering downstairs, he discovers that his Mom was out, now how was he going to get to the mall? So he calls Janice, who happily thinks that it would be cool to visit the mall.

When Janice arrives to pick him up she looks at him curiously, and doesn't say anything. So Tim just grins and says, "I thought that maybe I could pick up something cooler at the mall."

Janice nods, "That wouldn't be hard to do..."

So they sing along with the radio, and scoot along to the Mall. There they wander inside and Janice happily directs Tim into the nearest clothing emporium. There Tim is seperated from Janice by two eager sales girls. As they smirk, and make suggestive remarks, he is lured into a changing room. 

Tim had never been in a store like that one. For one thing, the sales girls were extremely aggressive. Moments after entering the store, before he could even examine what their wares were, he was rather roughly forced into the changing room he found himself in, while Janice was shoved back into the mall hallway and instructed to pick him up later.

The changing room had an unfamiliar vibe as well. It was unusually large; big enough to house furniture that would fit better in a bedroom than a changing room. On one wall was a plain white wooden make-up vanity, with a matching white chair tucked into it. Its two drawers on either side of the chair were closed, their round white handles matching the rest of the table. Above the vanity was a square mirror with globular light bulbs surrounding it, reminding Tim of the mirrors in his school's drama department.

Half-way up the wall opposite the vanity, near the door he had entered through, was a small wooden box that opened on the top. Upon examination, Tim found it to be empty.

On the back wall was a tall wardrobe made of dark, rich wood. It seemed very old, and looked very expensive. The grain of the wood ran from top to bottom, accentuated by the deep rose tinted varnish. Its top was bowed, and the bottom stood on four short wooden legs. Tim found that the wardrobe, too, was empty. It was then that he heard the knocking at the changing room door.

"Excuse me, sir?" came the sales girl's voice.

"Yes?" he answered.

"We're waiting."

"For what?"

"Oh! Is this your first time here? Well, here's how it works. You put your clothes into the small box so we can see your size, then we'll be able to find you something that you'll like."

"But that would leave me naked!" Tim complained.

"Sir, I assure you, our changing rooms are very private. Now, if you'll hurray up," the sales girl's voice became harsher, "and stop wasting our time, we'll be able to help you out!"

Not wanting a confrontation, Tim stripped his t-shirt, flared jeans and open toed sandals (he was glad to be off of those heels, even if they were low), placing them in the box. He could hear them being taken out on the other side and examined.

"Sir, I thought you wanted to get things moving!"

"What do you mean?" Tim responded, feeling defensive.

"How are we supposed to get a good measurement without ALL of your clothes. Underwear too!" The last was came as a command.

Before he stopped to think, he stripped his white cotton panties from his body and shoved them in the box, leaving him completely naked. Suddenly, Tim felt very exposed. He was now completely at the mercy of the pushy sales staff. Not even Janice was there to defend him.

"Thank-you, sir," came the voice of the other sales girl, "We've got all that we need. Now, if you'll just check the wardrobe, I'm sure you'll find something to your liking."

Tim turned and padded to the wardrobe, feeling the cold linoleum on his bare feet. He once again swung the wooden doors open and found not an empty wardrobe, but..."

Write a chapter of 1000 words continuing the story where instead of a empty wardrobe tim find a room with the decor of a cheesy love motel with heart shaped waterbed, red lights, faux fur rug, etc. Tim says something to himself aloud and then he hear a response with feminine voice behind him, he turn to face who answer, and its surprise to find a very naked ... End with a clifhanger here.