The next day...

Jake was exited that morning. He had nothing planned for the day, so he was looking forward to a day of relaxation and catching up on his favorite TV shows. His favorite one, about an armor wearing bounty hunter who protects a small green baby alien, had just premiered a new season. For some reason, though, when he climbed out of bed, he felt the urge to get dressed. He reached for the package of panties, ripped out another pair, and put them on. He had reluctantly accepted at this point that he would have to wear the girly underwear, and had begrudgingly gotten used to how it felt wedged in his butt, but at least it was hidden underneath his trousers. He also reached for the bra he had gotten from Sadie. It didn't match the panties he was now wearing, but it was the only one he had. He went to reach for the clothes in his dresser, but instead, he found himself reaching for more of the clothes Sadie had given him.

Jake looked at himself in the mirror. At least the outfit he had on wasn't overly girly, but it was still clearly not meant for a boy. The subtle differences with how his trousers and jumper were cut lent themselves to a more feminine figure. Combined with the girly socks, he could have passed as a girl to someone not looking hard enough. "I hope this will be over soon" he thought. "I'd really prefer to wear my own clothes." He left his room and started walking down to the kitchen, where he overheard his mother and sister talking.

"Why do I have to bring him with me? Can't I just go by myself?"

"Because I'm your mother, and what I say goes."

"But-"

"End of discussion."

Jake walked in just as his mother turned and walked out of the kitchen towards the living room. His sister Alice, still facing where their mother had stood a moment ago, let out a frustrated sigh. She turned around, and was surprised to see Jake standing before her. Jake was rarely ever awake this early on the weekends, let alone wearing anything besides his baggy pjs or sweats.

"Jake! Where did you get that outfit!?" She said, suppressing a laugh. "Nevermind, I need your help. I need to get a dress for the dance next week, but mom says you and I need to go to the mall together for some reason. I don't know why, unless she thinks you need a dress too."

"Right..." Jake said. He knew she was joking, but for some reason, he thought maybe she wasn't. "Well, we better get going."