Sarah's clothes

At Sarah's bedroom, a space filled with soft colors and personal touches that reminded you of her vibrant personality and the afternoon you spent here. As you stood there, Mrs. Geoff began rifling through Sarah’s closet, looking for something suitable.

"Thank God Sarah and you are around the same size," she remarked casually. "She’s slightly bulkier for a girl, and you’re slightly frail for a guy."

You felt your face heat up, your blush deepening. Her words made you acutely aware of your body, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet.

"Go ahead and take off your clothes," Mrs. Geoff continued, her tone light and unconcerned. "I had a husband after all. Nothing I’ve never seen before."

By now, you’d already stripped in front of several people today, so you were getting used to it, in a way. Without much hesitation, you began peeling off your wet clothes, down to your baby blue bikini panties. As you stood there in just the soaked underwear, you couldn’t help but notice how the fabric clung to you, almost like you’d peed yourself.

Mrs. Geoff glanced over and noticed too. "Oh dear," she said with a small chuckle. "Your panties are wet as well. Take them off. I’ll get you a dry pair from Sarah’s drawer. Do you have a preference? Thong or brief?"