Plan B

I go into Adam’s room and start going through his underwear drawer.

I open it up and the first thing that hits me, despite it being clean underwear is the musk that is coming from the drawer, it’s like a plume of pheromones and masculine scent explode from the drawer and hit me in the face. I then start sifting through his various underwear, ranging from big baggy boxers to massive yet very revealing jockstraps and just about everything in between. I don’t see much that would come close to fitting me but I do try on a few pairs of his briefs and even a jock or two, in the hopes something might fit yet despite my best hopes nothing does. Nothing at all.