Roy discretely pulled open his pants and shot his boxers.
He was surprised as his undergarments felt much more snug, and he could feel something over his chest, too. Inspecting his new underwear revealed a pair of satin panties that seemed comfortably fit to his body, accommodating his junk but... they were very clearly modeled after women's underwear. The hips had the same color as Sarah's blue sweater, while the middle had a light blue that ran over his crotch. The wasteline would normally have the brand on it. In this case, Roy saw 'Sarah' in flowery cursive.
Honestly, they were kind of comfy, mostly due to being designed for him in spite of being women's panties. Men's panties?
The bra also seemed not to get too much in the way. The hooks and straps would take getting used to, but the cups – which Roy had expected would be empty in expectance of an actual bust size – fitted themselves around his pecs without migrating too much. He did worry though, as there was a little bit of padding which made it slightly visible. Would people notice?
Roy looked up at Sarah in surprise.
'That... That's a dude,' he thought, seeing a boyish man in Sarah's outfit – or a semi-masculine equivalent of her outfit – where she had stood.
"Morning, hon," Jack said, stepping out and pecking 'Sarah' on the cheek, before turning to Roy, "Hey, you still good to hang out with Hanes and I after work, or you still worried about being a third wheel?"