Help with the house.

You decide to help with the house. Dad would probably get you back with more chores if you left him here alone to unpack. Plus, you didn't feel comfortable going to the mall with soiled clothes anyway. You shower quickly and grimace as you start to slip into yesterdays clothes. You pause.

You're comfortable enough going about bare-chested, but your underwear is a sweaty mess and your jeans aren't faring too well either. You rummage through the wardrobe, finding absolutely nothing manly in there at all. You suppose the panties would fit you at a stretch. You don't like it one bit but who was gonna see? You were going to donate or throw everything away once your clothes got here anyway.

Or you could do the sensible thing and ask your dad for some clothes. A towel around your waist and a trip downstairs. What could go wrong?

'Holt! Where are you?! Come help with this!' Dad called from down the stairs.

Fuck. You needed to decide now. Dad was such a fucking asshole when he gets himself all upset.