You look over to the bed and see what is an oil stained boiler suit, the kind you would typically find a mechanic to wear. It was fairly worn down and was mostly a blue-ish colour where it hadn't been stained. You eye it up and think it's probably your size and it's better than getting the clothes you're wearing completely dirty and oily. After all, they could likely be salvaged when you get out of this mess.
You carefully remove your clothes, even your underwear. They were one of your favourite pairs so you didn't want to ruin them. Then you grabbed the boiler suit, feeling it in your hands something clicked. This felt really good. You quickly slid your legs in and felt some of the grease stains on them rub against your legs and then your crotch and dick.
You get your arms through and then button it up. You look in the mirror and you like how you look, you almost mindlessly start to rub the oil and grease over your boiler suit, but only made it worse. You rub your eyes out of habbit and notice you started to get your face covered.
Trying to think is getting even harder. What were you doing? Getting ready for work right? Work? Yeah, you were a dirty mechanic who worked on cars all day right?