Taylor eventually heads back into the hall and opens the door to his sister’s room. It is a bit of a mess but he soon finds a pair of jeans and a T-shirt style top that fits and still feels similar to his usual clothing, although he notes that the clothes feel tighter across his chest and ass and a lot more clingy. With a glance at the errant bras spread around the room, as if dispersed by a clothing tornado, Taylor silently promises himself to avoid such garments if at all possible.
Although the new masses on his chest shift uncomfortably, with every fucking step, there is no way in hell he was gonna wear a bra. Just as he was about to leave,Taylor noticed a pair of shorts on the floor that look similar to his regular boxers, although obviously meant for a slightly smaller person. he holds them up with distaste, but decide it is better to have something that fits than going commando.
With a confirmatory glance in the mirror Taylor turn to head out. “You look normal… A normal girl… Fuck!“