Dig around for a guy's uniform

Shaking your head, you toss the uniform down and turn to the boxes. You poke around them for a few minutes before striking gold and finding the uniforms. You look for a few moments and find a small which should work for your new, smaller frame. You set about stripping out of your clothes and pulling on the uniform.

When all is said and done, you're wearing a plain guy's white t-shirt and blue shorts that end just a bit above your knees. Unfortunately, they're a bit loose around your hips, forcing you to pull them up regularly, but you've been having the same issue with your boxers so it's no big deal, plus your hips keep them from falling completely down.

You leave the office, leaving your clothes in there for after Phys Ed., and return to the groups. As you pass Mr. Pickert, he sighs. "Those don't quite fit you."

"They'll do," you say.

He shakes his head, apparently giving up, and addresses the class. "Alright, we're playing kickball today, separate into teams and let's get started. You and James end up on the same team, which is about what you could hope for. You head out into the gym to take the 'field' with him, adjusting your shorts and boxers a bit as you do.

"You okay?"

"Not the best fit, I'll deal with it."

"Okay..."