Mission for new clothes

John walks out of the bathroom and back to his room. The cool hallway air hitting the steamy hot bathroom. With a loud click, he’s now in his room. Rummaging through his backpack and pulling out a pair of musty gym shorts containing his wallet. 5, 10, 15, 25, 45, 85,125, 250, ok, I have $500 dollars in cash, a couple of cards, and Kyle in the living room that can help me get new clothes. But first, got to put something on.

Looking around his room, he thinks of maybe borrowing mom’s clothes for a bit, but her and dad always lock up their room, so that’s a bust, it’ll just have to be his clothes for now.

Opening his closet, he flips through his old now oversized tank top , a pair of boxers, and a loose baggy pair of jeans.

First thing on, the boxers slide up easy up with legs. But just as it slide up with ease, it dropped down just as easily. Pulling them back up proved futile as it just drops back down again. Swapping over to a different pair, then another, and another, all were just as pointless as the first. Guess he’s just gotta go commando until he reaches the store.

Next is his tank top, as it continuously slide left to right as his neck hole exposes his shoulders and wonderful tits. Speaking of which are poking through his tanktop or shifted to the sides. “Maybe a shirt over this should help” as he reaches for a graphic tee and drapes it over his body. The bottom of which is half ways down his thighs.

“Eh, it’ll work” John shrugs as he reaches for his jeans. Holding them up, it is clear as day that they will not hold any longer than his mouth holding itself closed after seeing his first pair of tits.

“Fuck it, I’m gonna get clothes anyways, what’s the worse that can happen? Now just the hair.” He looks over at his door mirror as he just grabs a rubber band and ties it into a simple ponytail. Albeit a bit tight from the rubber, it’s better than nothing. As he opens his door, in only his tank top and oversized shirt, he walks towards the living room.