The next day

The following day, Robin awoke with a groan seeing his room spinning slightly as he stood up. He stumbled to the bathroom to begin his morning routine, slowed by the sounds and smells coming from the kitchen. He concluded John was up cooking bacon as he tried to will his stomach into not turning as he entered the bathroom. Moments later, with the sound of flushing water behind him, Robin washed his hands while frowning at his reflection. Seeing that he was still wearing the pink hoodie from the night before, he grumbled and pulled it off, not willing to wear anything feminine any longer. The action was a little too much for Robin, unfortunately, causing the room to turn much more dramatically than before. Luckily he was able to remain standing, aided by grabbing hold of the bathroom sink until his vertigo became more manageable. He realized he was going to have to take it easy until he got better and mussed to himself about how it would be impossible to go into work feeling like he was...if he still had a job.

With the thick pink garment off, he could smell that he was going to need clean clothes sooner than later but how he was going to afford that without a job he didn't know. He sighed, overwhelmed as well as already over-stressed despite the day only just beginning.

“Morning, honey. How are you feeling?” John asked outside the door.

“Nauseous and kind of dizzy,” Robin said rolling his eyes at being called “honey”.

“Would you like me to make you something?”

“I don't really want to look at food right now, to be honest.”

“Okay, I'm going to leave something for the nausea on the table but try and eat some crackers or something with it.”

“Thanks. I'm going to grab a shower, would it be alright if I borrow something to wear?”

“No problem. I'll lay out something on your bed before I head out.”

“Thank you.”

“Call if you need anything today, okay?”

“Sure...will do.”

With that, Robin stripped and started to shower. His skin was still hairless from the mishap before, which bothered Robin to no end. This time, however, he made sure to use John's bodywash and shampoo, not wanting anything to do with John's ex's things. Once he was done, he walked back to his room to find the clothes John had left for him and to his great annoyance, they were not John's clothes. Instead was a set of his ex's pajama shorts and a matching top along with a bra and a pair of panties. Holding the panties, Robin looked up to the heavens, groaning before putting them on.