"Oh my God Roy! Look at what you did to yourself!"
Now at this point, Roy was at his wit's end. Here he was, now the sister of his crush thanks to the role swapper. Robbed of his manhood. Dressed in possibly the shortest nightgown possible thanks to Stacy's demands, and she's giving him crap about it?!
"It was the most decent nightgown she had. Everything looked like it belonged in a Frederick's of Hollywood catalog."
"Wait. Which dresser did you look in? The one next to her mirror or the one in her closet?"
"You mean, there's more than one dresser? Hold on, I'm going to go get changed."
Before Roy could turn around, Stacy threw her arms around him in a tight hug.
"You stay just like that missy. It'll be okay. Besides, you're actually kind of cute dressed like that. Promise you won't change and I'll slip into something nice for you too."
Did Stacy just offer to get half naked for him? Again, Roy had a bit of a short circuit. Now that he's for all intents and purposes, Stacy's sister, Ashley, he was getting to see more skin than he's pretty much gotten to see up to this point. Sure, at his age, he's been lucky enough to see a couple girl's naked in person. But, THIS was Stacy! That awkward feeling in the pit of his stomach came back, and he felt that same urge down below.
"Well, don't just stand there in the hall Roy. Come on in. It'll only take a moment to change."
"Shouldn't I stay out here or something?"
"Seriously? You're my sister. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you seeing me change clothes. It's not like it happens everyday, but it's no big deal."
Roy sheepishly entered the room as Stacy turned to her closet while simultaneously tearing off the shirt she was wearing. Already this way too much for Roy. Curiosity started to get the better of him regardless of how much he tried to advert his eyes. It seemed like forever that Stacy stood there rummaging through her clothes for the right outfit; an eternity as Roy's last bit of chivalry started to burn out.
When it was apparent that Stacy had found the outfit she was looking for, she popped open her bra and tossed it aside like nothing. Roy nearly let out a short squeak as he was caught unaware by the act. At that point, he finally plopped unceremoniously on Stacy's bed and covered his eyes with both hands. Roy was dying from passing up this scene, but everything that had happened up to this moment had finally become too much.
Roy heard a soft giggle as obviously Stacy had finally noticed his struggles. There was a gentle tug on both of his hands as Stacy uncovered his eyes.
"You're adorable Roy. Even now when everything is laid out on a platter for you, you try to be the perfect gentleman."
Roy was stunned as he took in the sight before him. Stacy's nightgown was the perfect combination of blue and pink. It perfectly accented her curves in every single way possible. It took all of his might to try and not kiss her on the spot. Of course, it took a lot less might when he remembered how Stacy had always rebuffed his advances up to this point. It also didn't help to know that he was not at all anatomically suited to do half the stuff he wanted to do to her right now. Regardless, Roy just sat there for in the moment and took in the sight. He wanted to remember this forever.
"So... umm... we're both dressed now Stacy. What... uh... did you have in mind?"