Pick-Up

Sam was jolted awake with his phone rattling around on his nightstand.

"What the?!" He muttered in a waking confusion, "who the?!"

He turned on is bedside lamp and caught the semi-reflective glow from the pajamas he slept in, "oh! Yeah! Right!"

He grabbed the phone with zest and answered, "Hello?!"

"I'm right outside!"

"Perfect! I'll let you come get it!"

Sam hung up the phone and shot out of his bed, tripping over his blankets on the floor. As he fell, the top of his pajamas got caught on thr frame of his bed and pulled the top few buttons apart.

"How did my blankets get down here?!" He thought, "oh shoot! I can't answer the door in THIS!" He looked over to the closet where he had relocated all of his clothes, he began to approach it when a heavy knock emitted from the door.

"I told you" one of the guys said to the other, "this has to be a prank, who pays someone to take stuff off their hands?"

"Maybe we should leave."

"Dammit!" Sam said as he resolved to answer the door in this ridiculous outfit.

"I'm coming!" He yelled before opening the door.

The men looked at him and then down to his tattered outfit.

"Whoa!" They said in sudden surprise while Sam blushed. On the positive side, people noticing his odd manner of dress had to mean that the curse was on its way out, right? Still it didn't make this interaction any easier.

Meanwhile the men couldn't believe that such a cute person would be so forward with people they haven't met. They tried to keep their eyes on Sam's face.

"Yeah...its a long story," Sam said still managing his humiliation, "anyway, the wardrobe is right in here." Leading them into his place.

As the men followed him, they occasionally caught themselves glancing down at Sam's ass.

"Well, here it is...you two go ahead and get it out of here and ill get your money for you. Is a check alright?"

"Oh...uh..." the older man muttered, "don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked.

"Yeah...the wardrobe is gracious enough, we couldn't take your money."

"O....k...."

"Well....thanks..."

Sam stood there thinking, 'They don't want to take the money of some cross dressing pervert. This is humiliating, but its their problem now!'

Soon after, he watched the two men carry the furniture out the front door. He closed the door after them, locked it, and leaned against the door taking an deep breath of relief.

At last...it was over....