Fine...

Tripp sighs. "Fine... but I'm not wearing anything embarrassing, alright?"

Sam nods. "Of course! I just want to put you in something you can actually move around in. How about... these?" She holds up a pair of gray sweatpants and a pink T-shirt.

Tripp makes a face. "Why does the shirt have to be pink?"

"Uh, because it just is? Also Dawn is a little... bustier than me. It's the only thing I have on-hand that will fit. And I just like the color pink. Stop complaining! Unless you would rather we go ask May for some of her clothes to dress you in..."

"No no! It's... fine... I just put these on, right? And you'll leave me alone?"

"Well..." She reaches back and digs around for a minute, then turns around with two new articles in her hands. White boyshort panties and a matching bra. "You should probably wear undies, too."

Tripp's eyes widen at the sight of the emasculating clothing. "No! No way, Sam!"

"Come on, they're boyshorts! Emphasis on boy! They're barely any different from boxer briefs. Just try them!"

Tripp feels his face get hot. He definitely blushes more as Dawn. Or at least, he hopes he does. He wouldn't want to be a blusher as a boy.

He bites his lip and takes the sweatpants and T-shirt, but hesitates to grab the panties and bra...