That's a stretch!

A little before noon, Caleb finished his last work ticket and put on some pants, socks, and shoes for running errands. Stepping out of his room, he yells “Hey Andrea, you ready to hit the Mall?”

Echoing from the living room, a strained acknowledgement. ”Hnh,yeah, be ready in a second…”

‘Well that's weird, I wonder what she's doing?’ Caleb wondered as he walked down the stairs to the sound of more straining and grunting, receiving an answer as he walked down. Andrea was contorted into the ‘Wheel’ Yoga pose, back arched with arms and legs behind her, projecting her torso and pelvis to the sky. Whether by chance, intention or coincidence, the large bulge in her shorts was facing directly at Caleb as came down to the landing, which, well, he certainly didn't mind. He settled on definitely intentional as she relaxed down into a Saddle pose on the floor, giving him a straight-line view of Andrea's assets which he couldn't help but stand and admire.

“Hey Caleb, stop drooling and pick your jaw off the floor, I'm almost done.” Andrea states as she sits up and folds her legs up into the standard Lotus.

“Hey, it's hardly my fault, you're hot as hell, especially all bent over like that...” Caleb retorts defensively, doing his damnedest not to look down the tank top being stretched to within an inch of its life. His own boxers were straining themselves as The Beast™️ woke up and started to sniff the air.

Andrea stands up and hits the power off on the TV,walks over to Caleb,her eyebrows arched, and she adopts a serious tone while prodding his chest. “Oh, I know it's not your fault, but it's not polite to stare, didn't your Mom teach you that?” The serious tone dissolves at the look of confused apprehension on Caleb's face. “Haha, oh man, your face was priceless.”

“You know, you've gotten to be way too good of an actress for your own good. Can’t even tell when you're fucking with me.” Caleb comments drily at the giggling figure. “When yer done chuckling at my expense are you ready to go?”

Andrea takes a deep breath and calms herself while nodding. “Hah, oh, yeah just let me get my bag from the couch and we can go.”

“Also, not to be too indelicate, but those shorts might be showing off more than, uh, you care to show.” Caleb mutters, looking slightly abashed.

Andrea looks down at herself and exclaims “What do you mean? Oh, shit, yeah that. I think these shrank in the wash. Didn't want anything, ahem, tied up while I was doing Yoga, be right back.” With that, she runs up the stairs to the bathroom.

Caleb contemplates yet another rationalization, Andrea has almost no clothes that fit and no feminine clothes to speak of, which seems odd for someone who had been transitioning for a decade. Not impossible, but odd.

After a minute or so, Caleb walks down the stairs a bit more slowly with an irritated look on her face and a smooth front to her shorts. “You know, I hate doing that, but too many close-minded Assholes to be safe not doing it. I'm glad none of you guys care.”

“I definitely don't care, in fact, if I'm being completely honest, it's…kinda hot, b-but just making sure you stayed safe.” Caleb stammers, quickly moving past the Beast-motivated slip.

Andrea looks at Caleb and her eyes meander down to his crotch. “Uh-huh, yes. All altruism, clearly. You might wanna do some rearranging yourself so you don't scare the Grandmas at the grocery store, Tiger. Still, I guess I should be flattered.”

Caleb blushes a bit, turns around and shakes his pants into a more concealing state.

Grabbing an old beat up sling bag off the couch, Andrea picks up her phone and keys and motions to the door. “You good?”

Grabbing his own keys, phone and wallet from the tray by the banister and a pile of totes from the kitchen, Caleb then opens the door for Andrea. “Yup, I'll get the door, car is unlocked for you."

Locking up, Caleb opens the trunk, dumps the totes then starts up the car. “Onward, to victory and melted charge cards!”

“Good Lord, you are such a dork.” Andrea rolls her eyes but her tone is warm and happy, taking the sting away from the insult.

“Oh come on. You love it.”

“Ugh, I guess I do.”