Attempt to clean them

Arron's hair was quickly becoming a problem for him in this moment. It was wet and every time he moved his head, it would slap his neck with a cold smack. He grabbed the towel he had used and wrapped his hair up in it in a way he saw his late wife and daughter have. He felt stupid but it worked.

"If it's stupid but it works, its not stupid," He said while gathering his wet clothes.

Arron exited the bathroom and went back to his bedroom, the cute bathrobe tickling his thighs as he walked. He gathered all of his dirty clothes in his arms and made the trip down to the basement, cursing the cold floor as he did so. Once down there, he went about shoving his clothes into the washer and set it working.

Back up stairs, played with the thermostat to warm up the house a bit more while he waited for his opportunity to put his stuff in the drier. Unfortunately, the thing seemed to be busted.

"Guess I'll have to call someone over to fix it," He thought out loud before looking down at himself.

His legs were devoid of hair and peaking out of the pink bathrobe. He reached a hand down and touched his thigh and found it smooth and pleasant to feel. It seemed that the bodywash had left his skin fairly sensitive as well as his heart began to pound. The feeling of rubbing his smooth body was really starting to get him off but he stopped himself. He could do that later, once he wasn't wearing Sarah's things.

"I guess I'll call now and see if they can send someone over later in the week," he said steadying his breathing.