He goes through his late wife's things

Upstairs, Arron goes through the boxes that he had and tried to find something to toss on for the moment so he could deal with the repair man but couldn't find any of his things. The only scrap of clothes he could find were his wife's things and obviously that wasn't going to fly.

He emptied everything onto the bed and desperately searched, all while knowing the clock was counting down. He stood there and bit his lip. He began to pace when he noticed a truck pulling up to the house. Painted on the side was written "Air Repair".

"Damn it!" he cursed.

He tore off the the robe and and took his hair out of the towel as he searched for the least feminine items from the piles. His wavy hair bounced prettily as he found a long sweater that he tossed over his head. It always looked cute and flirty when his wife would wear it but he figured he would be fine.

He tried a pair of her jeans but he couldn't get them up his thighs. He tossed them down in frustration before grabbing a pair of pants that was of a stretchy material. Up they went along his hairless legs, sliding smoothly into place. Arron shuddered and squirmed a little at the feeling of the soft fabric on his soft body. When he looked down at himself he realized that they left nothing to the imagination. His small cock was at attention, clearly outlined in the fabric and he knew he had to do something about that. He shivered with what he hoped was just embarrassment as he picked up a pair of panties.

"No...that is too far," he thought.

It was then that he heard the doorbell. He swallowed hard before slipping them on. They were tight but did the job of hiding his embarrassing member from sight. He next pulled on the pants and then dashed to the door, his cute hair bouncing back and forth around his shoulders as he did. He had a hard time ignoring the pleasure he felt as he unintentionally rubbed himself with each step.