Yes, he only has to get dressed now.

Thankfully he wasn't interrupted. After a few minutes he finally came with a soft moan. K-T was used to cum a lot, it had been a bit of a shock for him to learn that some obviously faked cumshots in porn were not genuine them being so close to what happened to him every morning when dealing with his daily wake up boner. It was making it hard to contain with a few tissues and often did a huge mess in his bed in the morning.

The tissues were not enough, he still had cum on his hands and chest. He'd need to shower before he could get dressed or he'd spend all day smelling like cum. He quietly opened his door (reminded once again that it couldn't lock, the lock having been broken ages ago and his dad never got to repair it.) and seeing that the hallway was empty he darted out and got in the bathroom at the end of it.

Once washed he went to dry himself but most of the towels were gone, probably being washed. All that was left was a tiny hand towel. He managed to dry himself off with it, but it couldn't be used as cover unless he used both hands to hold it in front of him (and even then it wouldn't hide much, leaving his whole backside bare.)

He used it to cover while going back to his room, in case he came upon someone in the hallway. Once in the relative safety of his room he decided to try to make an inventory of what he had left to wear.

To save both money and and laundry her mother rarely bought him clothes and insisted that he would waste his clothes by wearing full outfits at home where he supposedly dirty or damage them for nothing. In the end his wardrobe was composed of a few cheap and oversized t-shirts that were often the only thing that he wore at home (and way too often, Outside by accident), most of them were less and less oversized after his recent growth and less suitable to cover him top and bottom than when they were bought. On addition to that he had a few disparate pieces of clothing from previous years, most of them too small or looking too childish too his taste. Then there were a few items his twin sister didn't want to wear anymore but were given to him because they were in good condition, mostly some sport shorts from Emily various school practices and a few t-shirts that didn't look too girly. And finally a few ridiculous things offered to him by his aunt Jill and did little to let him dress decently without looking girly or like a kid.

His wardrobe issues were a subject of constant arguments with his mother and he kept pointing out that most of what he had didn't fit him anymore or never did in the first place. The few of the clothes he was actually comfortable to wear were kept around his room, his closet and drawers being full of only the things he couldn't or was too embarrassed to wear. He nearly never looked inside of it, but now he had little choice.

With his mother having grabbed all the clothes laying around for the laundry, his only hope was not really comforting.

Resigned he went to open his closet to see what he could find.