He scampered around for about 10 minutes, looking for anywhere to hide or find something to wear. The parking lot door was open, but he could see people there, milling about the cars. Most were still nude, but some found an item or two. There might be nothing left if I am not fast enough.
Running about nude was less strenuous than the long wait before. He wasn't in bad shape, and as long as he kept his manhood covered he had nothing to be shy about. The thought of all the girls in his class watching him on TV or net kicked in though, and he ran faster to distract himself.
Finally, he got to a store backroom. It was a cozy little bakery cafe, with a small kitchen and a few tables set up inside and outside. The door was open, but no staff were about to serve anyone.
The kitchen had some supplies left, like flour and milk, as well as some finished pies and cakes. And next to them was a frilly pink apron. What horrible luck! I can't wear this.
He picked it up and put it on. It made him look so girly, with his black hair and slender physique. But it covered his cock, and that counted for something.
The backroom door opened behind him.
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