Ask him to look away while you change

"Uhhh... could you look away for a moment while I change?"

"Sure, I'll cover my eyes. No peeking, I promise."

Waylon sits down on the couch and puts his hands over his face.

You examine the clothes on the couch, but are careful to keep one eye on him to make sure he keeps his promise. They're simple but functional; a pair of grey sweatpants and a large t-shirt.

You strip down quickly and pull on the clothes. They're fairly loose, but at least they're dry.

Embarrassed, you ask him, "Should I put the wet ones somewhere particular?"

"Sure, just dump them in the shower," he says.

Picking up the sopping pile, you carry them to the bathroom and dump them in the shower. When you return to the living room, Waylon is sitting on the couch watching TV.