He wears James' shirts

James was still asleep when Jim got out of bed and quietly made his way to the bathroom, pausing to look at his reflection in the mirror before closing the door and taking care of his business, stifling a yawn and quickly ran a hand through his hair, shaking it a bit loosely, and then stepped back into the darkened bedroom. It was 6:30 and he fiddled around a bit before he reached out and took a shirt he found draped on the chair and slid it over him. "Oh, this is his..." he snickered softly, enjoying the smell of James on him, before he finished stepping out of the bedroom.

About half an hour later, as he managed to get breakfast going, he heard footsteps from up the stairs and he glanced as Angela came down and into the kitchen. "Morning!" she called out and he smiled warmly, giving her a hug, before pointing to the table and the plate of food he had set out for her. "Have at it!"

She sat down and he watched as she took turns eating and adjusting the tie to her uniform, the school uniform looking a bit out of place for a moment before he shook his head and mentally wondered where his brain was that morning. Of course she would be wearing a uniform, all 14 year-old girls had to. Maybe he was just being a bit wistful at the thought of having a 14 year-old daughter? Still, as he watched her eat, he thought it was a bit weird that he remembered her being a bit older just yesterday. Strange.

After Angela finished eating, she hopped up and grabbed her bag before heading out the door. "Thanks, mom!"

"You're welcome, sweetie! Have a good day!" he called out and watched as she stepped out the door and made her way down towards the bus-stop. A few minutes after cleaning the kitchen, he turned off the light and made his way back to the bedroom. Inside, he noticed that James was still asleep, having had an extra day off due to quarterly reports, and the lucky guy was taking full advantage of it. For him, Jim turned to the bathroom and slipped in quietly to shower.

***

Coming out, he checked his messages on the phone before sighing and finishing drying off his hair. It would be another long day but thankfully, due to the office renovations going on with HVAC, they were all teleworking from home for the week. It took a few moments to make sure that his face was done and afterwards, he looked at the quiz by his side of the bed.

16.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT TYPE OF SHIRT WOULD YOU BE WEARING NOW?

Jim smiled again at the smell of James as he inhaled his man's scent from the collar and he giggled slightly at the thought. I'd be wearing my man's shirt. I love his smell, his scent, and how it makes me feel small. Turning back to his work, Jim shifted in his chair and adjusted the height as his body slowly shrank another 2 inches, from 6'0" to 5'10". As he continued to work through the day, his voice slowly rose another notch up, still rather masculine in the way it was picked up but there were more than a few times, on phone calls, where he was identified as "miss" and he didn't bother correcting them.

By the time lunch rolled around, James was already out at work, Jim turned and looked at the clock and stretched, feeling a slight knot in his back. Getting up, he stretched himself , bending at the waist and then rolling his neck from side to side. Each time he did that, the once prominent adams apple he had slowly melted away until his neck was long and smooth. He turned back to the screen and spotted, on his team chat, two other windows and pop-up icons. "Hey!"

He opened the first one and waved to Bridgette, a girl from Finance, who waved back before the second window popped up and there was Tori, from Marketing. He had remembered entering the company at the same time as them (forgetting Gavin and Bryan completely) and the three of them were in similar spots, though as part of Corporate Finance, Jim was the first of their small group to make it to a managerial spot. He still made sure to feed them tips and tidbits, though, and they were well on their way to getting up in the ranks. It would be nice to have some company, he mused, as the two other women started talking about their days.

"Nice shirt, by the way...is James even noticing it's missing?"

Jim smiled and playfully shook his head. "Nope!"

Tori laughed a bit. "I swear, sometimes you're such a girlie-girl."

Jim stuck his tongue out in response and with that, the three logged off. Still, as the day wore on and James and Angela arrived back home, Jim just wondered about what it was about James' smell, his touch, and especially being close to him made him feel warm, comfortable, and secure. What was it about this man that made him feel that way? He wasn't too sure, though he was happy from the way that he and Angela were interacting in the living room. It was a bit awkward to have a teenage girl in the house, especially for a man who had brothers, but James was very much a great dad to her. Jim just walked over and draped his arms around James' neck and rested his chin on top the man's head. "Having fun, you two?"

James looked a bit surprised and pointed. "That's mine!"

"Looks so much better on me," Jim slapped before turning to Angela. "Right, Angela?"

"Sure, mom, if you say so," she replied, tossing a throw pillow at her mother's head. Jim just sighed and went back to the computer.

17.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU BE WEARING BRIEFS, BIKINI, THONG OR BOXERS?