Right this Wrong

Since there's no one here, I may as well get this shirt on the right way round.

I pulled the shirt up and over my head. Leaving me completely naked for the moment.

A: Shirt? Who's he kidding? That things barely held together at this point!

D: Hush, you're ruining the placebo effect.

I turned the shirt around and pulled it back over my arms the right way around. I began buttoning the shirt back up, my still erect cock exposed underneath.

There, now I look mostly dressed.

A: That's all very well up top, but what about his... peepee?

D: His peepee? How old are you?

I looked down and so my boner still protruding and pulled my shirt down and over my hard-on.

Oh yes, that's a huge improvement. I thought to myself sarcastically. ... I'm toast if I'm caught like this.

D: There, his "peepee" is all covered. Happy now?

A: At the office, bottomless and wearing only a flimsy shirt as what might as well be a micro-dress at this point?! Nope. It's the stuff of nightmares!