Chet and his friends

You look up to see Chet, Slab, and Tucker. The three of them are some of the more obnoxious jocks on campus. It's obvious from the way that they're sweating that they were just working out. Each of them is staring at you, obviously in awe of your appearance.

"Well, hey there sexy." Chet says. "Something wrong? You're looking troubled."

You want to roll your eyes, but Chet's confident persona is just so...alluring.

"I, uh...I was just..." You glance down at yourself. You see the too big shorts and the white tanktop which barely hides your breasts. Actually, it's really not. The sweat from your run has made it transparent. "I was looking for some more appropriate workout clothes. Someone seems to have played a little joke on me and swapped out the clothes in my locker with these. I tried to make due, but..."

"Can't imagine someone wanting to mess with you." Chet said. "But, hey, I have access to the equipment rooms. I'll go see what I can scrounge up, okay?"

"Sure, sounds great." you say, smiling.

"Tucker, Slab, keep her company. I'll be right back." Chet says. He then turns and walks away.

Tucker and Slab smile at you, but don't speak. You return the gesture, and decide to stretch a bit. The motion pushes your breasts out toward the boys, causing their eyes to drift to them. You smile at the attention.

Outwardly, any way. Inwardly...well, okay, part of you is still smiling. The other part, though, is pissed. You just want to get away, do what you need to do, and head home.

But, you still wait. Still pose a bit for the boys. And, true to his word, Chet returns a few minutes later. He's holding a pair of white shorts with a pink stripe down the side, and a pink tanktop.

"Hey there, managed to scrounge these up. I think they're for the volleyball team, but they should work." he says.

Your experience with women's clothing is limited, but you can tell the articles are a bit too small. You wonder if it's intentional or if he lacked understanding as well.