Try to find something to wear

You hop out of bed again, faster this time, and run over to your dresser. You start sifting through your clothes, searching for something that will cover you as much as possible. As you're tossing shirts around, you realize that your boxers are slipping down your legs. You hike them up and realize that the waistband is loose, not even close to fitting around your hips. Maybe you should worry about pants first.

Running over to your closet, you try to find the smallest pair of shorts you own. Jogging shorts? Slipping them on, you find that the waistband is no tighter than your boxers, so those won't do. Maybe something you can wear a belt with? You throw on shorts and grab a belt, tightening it to the smallest it will go. It stays on your waist, but barely, and you look goofy as hell. Oh well, it will have to do.

Going back over to your dresser, you try to find a shirt again. A knock on your door stops you. "You done yet? What's taking so long?"

"Don't come in yet, I'm still getting dressed," you respond, deciding just to put on whatever shirt is in your hand. Pulling it over your head, you realize that it's a v-neck, and on your female form, the "v" looks a little lower on you than it did when you were a guy. You can make out pretty good cleavage. Not to mention the fact that your nipples poked out in very visible form. Looking at the clothes around you, you don't see anything that you think would be much better, so you'll just go with it.

You go over to the door and open it. Alex is on the other side. "Finally," he says, before looking at the clothes you're wearing and laughing heartily. "What are you wearing?" Alex continues to laugh, and you simply frown at him. Once he calms down from his laughing fit, he asks more seriously, "Why are you wearing John's clothes, didn't you bring any of your own?"