Things aren't going well for Sam

Sam swiftly steps into the fabric Zach passed to him and pulls them up his legs. He soon found that they didn't fit right at all. They were really short, ending just under his knees. He looked down and realized that he was wearing a capri.

“Moron,” Sam muttered wiping a strand of his long hair from his face. He pulled the feminine apparel off and tossed it. He stepped into the closet and started to look for some male clothes. He moved hanger after hanger of dresses but couldn't find anything that looked neutral let alone masculine. There were only dresses, skirts, and blouses as well as some sexy lingerie and high heels.

“What the hell? How did Zack find the only set of guy clothes?” Sam yelled. He went back taking each dress down one at a time and throwing it to the floor in an attempt to find something that he missed. But soon he was ankle-deep in feminine attire with nothing to show for it.

“Damn it,” Sam grumbled. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. The air was really chilling him.