Spend the day as the woman of the house

Peter's eyes went wide. What the fuck was this? The woman of the house?! There was absolutely no way he was going to...

"Brittany?" a man's voice called from the other room, "Are you home already?"

A second later a large middle-aged man walked into the hallway and looked confused at Peter.

"Excuse me," the man said, approaching the naked young man, "but who are you and what are you doing in my..."

The man paused. A look of recognition crossed his face. Then a smile. Taking a deep breath he began again.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I didn't realize it was you. You must be..." he paused again, "Actually, never mind about that. You're Brittany! Brittany! You're back early! I hadn't expected you until after two. How was shopping?"

"I, er," Peter said, feeling even more naked than before, "Maybe I have the wrong house. I'd better go."

"Brittany," the man said, emphatically, "before you go, you should get dressed. I mean, it's fine for you to show yourself off for me, but what if someone saw you? I mean, the police don't really act to kindly to naked women walking around."

The man walked toward Peter, bent down and whispered, "You're doing great, by the way. I'm Steve. Just let me know how I can help."

"Why don't you head upstairs and pick something out. You've got yoga at one, and I know you were hoping to get some new underwear before your class. Go get ready and you can take the Range Rover. I'm staying home today anyway. Then later, tonight, after the kids are asleep, maybe you can give me a bit of a fashion show with your picks."

Peter could feel his cheeks heat up with embarrassment. The last thing he wanted to do was show off for this Steve guy, but then again, standing naked in the man's front entry, it was a bit too late for that.

Tentatively, Peter walked past the man (receiving an encouraging pat on his naked rear end) and began to explore the house, looking for something to wear. After all, he had yoga class to get to.