Any of Amy's clothes show off your package

Amy laughs and points at what Ellen picked out for you from Amy's drawer.

It all fits, but all of the bottoms are either denim shorts ripped in ways that make your penis an easy grab from the side or below, or clingy knits that leave no doubt to the "how big is he?" question. The knits, at least, protect Amy's hair ribbon from peeking out of your underpants. Maybe you should have taken it off and just worn it if you ended up at the lesbian chainsaw vampire movie that Amy and Sherah were teasing you about.

Amy explains the message behind the "SCUM Manifesto Anniversary" T-shirt that Ellen had picked for its understated design. Ellen blushes. You wince.

Amy digs to the back of her lowest drawer. "Here Scott, this one oughtta work." She hands you a "Widley Cheer" sweater. On the back are the letters A M Y.

It fits. "I guess that makes me your biggest cheerleader," you say.

Amy chuckles, winks and pouts her lips at you.

Ellen gives Amy a puzzled look. "Wait, but I thought you...?"

Amy flutters her hands, waving away the question. "Don't ask, just don't ask." To your surprise, now Amy is blushing.

"Thanks," you break into the awkward silence. "Can I help with the wash?"

"Stay," Ellen and Amy chorus.

"Cathy?" you ask.

"Yeah, Cathy the evil RA," Amy says. "Anti-fun, anyway."

Ellen leaves with your clothes hidden in a laundry basket, leaving you and Amy together.

"Hey Scott," she says.