A pair of large basketball shorts.

As Miguel showered his mind began to wander what was his plan past this summer and how would he even recognize it if it was on a desk in front of his face. He shook his head as if to throw his thoughts from his brain as they began to spiral and began to wash himself head to toe with some variation of fruity soap that Robert's family enjoyed using.

Before long Miguel finished his shower and stepped out of the water and began to dry off his body and his longer shoulder length dark brown hair. As he finished he looked down at the shorts and tried to step into them pulling them up his smooth and nearly hairless legs only for them to slip off the moment he let go of the waist band.

Robert was larger by far from Miguel's short and thick stature. Opening the door Miguel called out to Robert, "Hey man I dont think these shorts are gonna work do you have anything a bit smaller than this!?"

Robert approached the cracked door and hollered into it, "That's all I have unfortunately Miguel, its laundry day and the only other clothes that could fit you would be my younger sisters clothes!"

Miguel's face dropped before looking down at his torn pants and the loose shorts around his thin ankles before letting out a long sigh. "J-Just try to make it isnt too embarrassing please." Miguel basically whispered through the door meekly to Robert.

Robert was taken aback sure that miguel would never agree to wearing anything his younger sister did, she wore tight form fitting clothes in order to show off her figure while miguel wore the exact opposite. Robert approched his younger sisters room and entered making a straight line for her closet. When Robert opened it he was not expecting so many options and as he looked his mind began to spin, he just grabbed the first things he could all but slamming the closet and nearly sprinting from her room feeling as if he was trespassing before making his way back.

Miguel waited patiently for Roberts return which didn't take too long before hearing a knock at the door. He stood and swiftly cracked the door poking a hand out through it for the clothes finding them placed in his hands he yanked it back and closed the door looking down at the clothes to see the damage.

Miguel's heart began to race as he looked down at the outfit finding a black cotton thong and matching sports bra for the top a long with a pair of soft nylon leggings for pants. 'I can't wear this!' Miguel screamed in his head and as he debated for around 10 minutes eventually Robert knocked loudly at the door. "Hey dude you coming out here or not?" Snapping Miguel back to reality where he remembered that one nobody else was here and two that Robert would never judge him or bully him and with a sigh of consignment Miguel began to dress.

Sliding the soft cotton up his smooth thick legs sent a shiver up his spine as it nestled between his large olive colored ass cheeks. 'Why does that feel good?' Miguel thought to himself as the panties pressed his small dick into his body making an almost unseen bulge on the front of them. He then slid the tight sports bra over his head and down onto his chest the small layer of fat cathing and pulling into the cups giving him the illusion of A cup breasts as its pulled tightly together.

Trying to ignore and stop his own thoughts he quickly reached for the white leggings and began to slide his feet through, a small stap on the bottom wrapping around the center of his dainty feet as he pulled them up the waist band actually sitting on the dip in his physique between his wide hips and narrow upper body.

As Miguel finished getting dressed he was shocked looking into the mirror he looked a lot like his mother when she was younger and maybe dressed a bit less modestly than she would have. He braced his mind and took some shakey breathes before opening the door and seeing Robert waiting outside the door.