Dresser

You walk over to the dresser and pull out a t-shirt, jeans, and underwear. The boxers seem comically spacious in your present situation, but they're all you've got and you are not going commando {if Horny >= 60} and letting that rough denim and jagged zipper that close to your still-tingling snatch {else} in unwashed jeans that heaven only knows how many guys tried on at the store{endif}. The t-shirt presents the opposite problem. Sure, it fits, but it's a bit snug in the chest{if Horny >= 60}, which feels pretty good against your stiff nipples,{endif} and loose everywhere else. The pants are a little too long, as well, their hems dragging on the floor behind your ankles. You wonder if Uncle Leroy just screwed up and bought you the wrong size, but then you realize that it's more likey that your new body is just shorter. Guy-Carl had an inch or two on everyone in his family, and it seems he didn't pass that on to you--or you didn't...pronouns get confusing once cloning is involved.

You tell yourself you'll find better clothes later, if you get a chance. Meanwhile, you need to check out the outside world. You move to the far corner of the room and pull down the periscope.