You might as well be in a convent with these clothes.

A baggy sweatshirt, an old pair of workout sweats, and what almost appear to be freaking bloomers. The clothes Alex had passed to you looked like they belonged in the hands of a woman pushing 60. It wasn't that you wanted to look sexy exactly but you didn't want to look... bad.

"Is this... REALLY all you've got for me?" you asked, eyeing the clothing like you were afraid it might bite you.

"Well i've got some other stuff here but it's mostly clothes girls have worn on a date... you know, kinda skimpy. Short skirts and noodle straps. That sorta thing." he paused for a moment before offering up a toothy grin. "Of course if you WANT to show your ass off-"

"Ugh, give me the damn sweatpants." you groaned. Ten whole minutes. The idiot couldn't make it ten whole minutes before he needed to crack a joke about your body. You sighed a little. At least he was trying though, right? And besides, these clothes definitely made it harder to look sexy in. Maybe he was actually trying to help you out after all.

"Now if you don't mind, get the hell out. I'm gonna get dressed."

"Wh-hey! Come on, this is my room!" he protested as he was shoved toward the door.

"Nuh uh. Out. You don't get anymore free peeks." you said in a tone not to be argued with. Once the door was closed you swiftly locked it and let out a relieved sigh. Finally a moment to yourself.