No. Just... no

You stare at the female clothing laid out in front of you. There's no way you're going to wear them. There has to be something that you can do. Maybe you wear a bunch of towels like a demented toga or something. There's just no way.

You look around the guest room, and rummage through the closets and dressers in the room. To your dismay, they're all empty. You leave the room, and look for a linen closet. Maybe you can find some spare sheets you can use for a toga. Alas, there's no linen closet to be found. Your only hope is Selene's bedroom. You turn toward it, and reach out and grab the doorknob, but hesitate - you're not that much of a brute. Your hand drops to the side with a sigh. You hear hear an amused snort behind you, making you whirl around.

"Looking for something?" Selene asks you with an amused smile and a raised eyebrow.

Blushing, you respond. "Yeah. I think you've laid some girls' clothes out for me in the spare room. I was wondering if I could maybe use some sheets, wear a toga or something?"

Selene laughs a little at your embarrassment. "Oh dear, oh dear. Unfortunately, I don't think I have anything you could use, especially since you and Neha will be here for the night. You do realize you'll be needing clean bedding, don't you? Also, you don't need to worry. I was just about to put your clothes in the dryer. I was just waiting for my laundry to get done. You'll have to deal with it for just a little while. Just dinner, and a little more."

"But... can't I use a sheet for a toga? Since it's just for a little while?"

Selene frowns at your response. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. Look, what are you going to lose? You get embarrassed for an hour or so. So what if Neha sees you wearing girl clothes? Do you think she'll love you any less or something? I've spoken to her, she's crazy about you. At best she'll laugh at you for a bit, and when this is all over, you guys will have a funny memory. And who knows, you might even find you like wearing girly clothes."

"Look, I can't just-"

"Oh for heavens' sake, put aside your ego. This is a one-off event, what with the storm and all. Just wear the damn clothes and be done with it."

Defeated, you turn and return to the guest room. You close the door behind you, and contemplate the panties and girly clothes in front of you. You drop your towel, and after a pause, you pick up the panties.

"Here goes nothing" you sigh to yourself, and put on the panties. They fit snugly, but they aren't constricting your penis or balls. Truth be told, it doesn't feel bad, and the fabric is pleasantly soft against your butt. You then put on the yoga pants, which are made of some elastic material. It stretches easily to accommodate your legs, and to your surprise, despite the snugness of the fit - it's like a second skin - your leg hair is totally obscured. You then pull the loose pink top over your head. It's loose and comfortable, though the v-neck plunges dangerously toward your navel. The loose sleeves are irritating, however. You glance at yourself in the mirror, and curse - this is something that you'd love to see Neha, not the other way around.

Gritting your teeth, you open the door and leave the guest room. Selene is waiting outside.

"See? That wasn't so bad, and surely you can't tell me that the panties are uncomfortable."

You are about to retort, ,when you hear Neha's voice calling for Selene.

"Selene? I'm coming up now, thanks for letting me take a look through your stuff, it's really cool." she says, as she comes up the stairs. She enters the apartment, sees you and just stops.

"Look, Neha, I can explain!"

She bursts into peals of laughter, grabbing her belly and practically shrieking with mirth. She pauses to look at you, and starts off again.

"Now really, Neha, isn't that laughter just a little over the top? Ian here's only trying to make the best of a bad situation. It's not like it's his fault I don't have any mens' clothing at home. And besides, this is only until I can put your clothes in the dryer.

Neha stops laughing, greedily gulping air, "You're right, you're right, it's just..." And she bursts out laughing again. Embarrassment and shame flood you, and you feel your face turning red.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I'm never going to live this down, am I?" you mutter to yourself.

Neha eventually stops laughing. "Hey babe, it's ok. It's just a shitty situation. And I'm sorry for laughing, but you do look really silly. Trust me, we're going to laugh ourselves silly this time next week when we think about all this." She strides up to you and plants a firm kiss on you. "Besides, just be happy Armand isn't here."

You shudder at the thought of Armand seeing you like this. It's not just that you're wearing girly clothes, it's that the clothes look utterly ridiculous on you. If you thought Neha's laughter was bad...

"Who's Armand? And is he safe from the rain?" Selene asks, breaking you out of your reverie.

Before you can answer, Neha pipes up. "Armand is a really close friend of ours. Ian's best friend, since they were kids, but who got hot since he went to college. And before you ask, Ian, I called him right before showering to check on him. He's gotten home fine. I also called my folks and your mom, and they're just happy we're safe, so we're all good on that front."

There are many reasons for why Neha is such an outstanding student, but first among them has to be her sense of organization and prioritization. You marvel at her, "Thanks." you say quietly. "Checking on everyone completely slipped my mind, what with everything else going on. You're awesome."

Neha opens her mouth to respond, but Selene beats her to it. "Ok, ok, now that we're all done with our giggles, made sure all our bases are covered, let's get your wet clothes into the washer-dryer, and let's get started on dinner. Carbonara sound good to you guys? I've got some pancetta that needs eating. Also, tell me more about _hot _Armand!"

Neha laughs again - if nothing else, she's being endlessly amused while a massive storm rages outside - and heads to the bathroom in Selene's room. "Oh, he's a real hunk now, which is hilarious, because he's still a total nerd at heart..." With a groan, you trudge toward the guest bathroom to pick up your own sodden clothes. You rejoin the women, collect Neha's things and follow Selene to the end of the corridor, where the washing machine sits in a small nook, and dump the wet clothes in the washer-dryer.

Selene gives you a kind look. "Don't worry, Ian. Your clothes will be clean and dry in an hour, and we can put all this behind us. Now come on, let's make some grub. I'm starving." She turns and walks back toward the kitchen. "Oh, and you can tell me all about hot Armand."