A Mystery Box

June walked back to his room, opening the door to find Bailey naked. June’s eyes went wide as he took in her smooth skin, small perky chest, and her dick which was definitely a bit longer than his.

“Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were changing.”

“No worries about it, if we’re sleeping and living in this room it’s gonna happen, I don’t mind you seeing me naked,” the corner of her mouth tugged up a little, “Though if you keep staring I might have to charge you for the show.”

“Eep,” June realized he had just squeaked at her comment, accepting that his face was probably as red as it ever would be, he slipped into the room, closing the door and walking towards his closet, “sorry about that.”

“Like I said, no worries. Here, let me help with that,” she said, walking over and opening the closet door for him, still very much naked.

“Thanks,” June mumbled.

The closet was a walk in, with a row of drawers, a wall of shelves, and a few bars to hang clothes on, complete with empty hangars. A padded bench sat in the middle, and a body length mirror stood in one corner with a dusty box sat next to it.

“Is that yours?” he asked Bailey, looking at the box.

“Nope, must have been something left behind, maybe you’ll get lucky and it will be more clothes.”

“Yeah maybe,” he said, a little hesitant to open the box wondering how long it had been there. June set the clothing on the sofa and crouched down in front of the box. The cardboard was definitely old, a thick layer of dust coated the top. It was clear that the tape sealing the top had long since dried too much and lost its effectiveness.

June wiped some of the dust away from the box then opened it up. The inside of the box didn’t have the same old cardboard smell as the outside, in fact it smelled like cinnamon and citrus. It was nearly full, of clothes with two shoe boxes taking up one side. The first had a pair of pink women’s sneakers with a cat paw pattern on the soles, what's more they were in his size. A fact that June thought suspiciously convenient, but he wasn’t going to complain, Lyric hadn’t given him any shoes to wear.

The second shoe box made his face go red. Inside was a pink dildo, three different size chastity cages, a buttplug with a heart shaped gem, and a pink collar with a leash.

“Well, whoever left this behind was certainly… adventurous…” June said looking at the contents of the box.

“Huh, make sure you properly clean those before you use them.” Bailey said, glancing at the shoebox before going through the clothes in the main box.

“Wha- I’m not gonna use these!”

“Why not? Do humans not have the right anatomy for it?”

“No that’s not… I’m not going to stick something up my ass.”

“Do you not like it?”

“No!” He sputtered, “Or. I don’t know. I’ve never done it before. But I’m not interested in doing something like that.”

Bailey stopped looking through the clothes and turned to June looking him over, silently appraising him. “I wouldn’t discount it before trying at least once. You don’t have to, but I think it’s going to be way better than you’re expecting.” She went back to rummaging through the box, pulling out a black skater skirt, offering it to him.

“What?”

“I figured you might want to cover your crotch, you don’t seem like you enjoy being on display.”

“But it’s a skirt.”

“And?”

“Well I don’t want people thinking I’m into dressing like a girl.”

“I think that ship has sailed, especially once you change into any of the other clothes Lyric gave you,” Bailey nodded to the pile on the sofa, “But if you don’t mind how tight the leggings are, I don’t think anyone else does.”

June looked down at the clear outline of his dick under the leggings and shook his head, then took the skirt from Bailey’s hand, mumbling “thanks” quietly as he pulled the skirt on.

“Of course,” she said, a small but genuine looking smile crossing her lips, “here let me adjust it, even if you’re not thrilled about wearing it might as well make it look nice.” She stood and tucked his shirt into the skirt’s waist band, then pulled the skirt higher than June had expected. It still covered what he wanted covered, but the waist was at his belly button, a fit he had never had with men’s clothes.

“Is it really supposed to be this high?” He asked.

Bailey turned him to face the mirror, “this way it accentuates your hips and makes your legs look longer, trust me it’s supposed to be worn like this.”

“Kay,” June said, looking at his reflection. He didn’t really hate the way the outfit looked on him. And Bailey seemed to know what she was talking about.

“You know what, let’s put the rest of this away after we get some food. I’m kinda curious what take out is like here.”

“Y-yeah, let’s do that.” June said quietly, letting Bailey lead the way back downstairs.