[Still somewhat fuzzy-minded to the whole ordeal when Volkner came in, he stared blankly past the dense shades of his glasses as she tossed the outfit towards him. So odd, he had never quite seen an outfit like this before. He wasn't even sure if it was going to fit him properly, his own frame quite large and bulky, without any of the curves that he noticed this wardrobe possessing when he held it up.]

Uh, of course.

[Still somewhat flustered he none the less obeyed. He was never one to turn down a sudden order. Even if he wasn't sure why such orders were being given to him. Waiting for when she turned around to leave before finally removing the shirt off his back. Next came the shorts and cleats. It took a bit to unbuckle his own garters though, removing the pinstripe leggings that usually came with his outfit.

A skirt was not something he would usually wear, but he was not completely opposed to it. And sure enough, the wardrobe was a bit of a snug fit. But as he pulled the pantyhose up over his blue boxer-briefs, he shifted it about to make it still look presentable. Finally taking his stand and making his way over to the very room he saw the human female walk through. The glasses remained on.]

You request my presence, ma'am?

[It was not often he gave such politeness to a human. But she seemed to be in some sort of authoritative position.]