After a while of trying and failing to try to look a little bit more decent under the mounds of tits the woman that wore this dress had, you decide to stay in the house, embarrased that you're wearing the dress. You would feel too self-concious about yourself if you go out.
Shivering from the cool temperature of the house, you decide to explore it. You go down the hallway where windows dotted one side of it. You shiver every time you walk past them for some unknown reason, but you mark it off as the change in temperature.
You peek in a few rooms, where the beds are neatly made, but all of the room undoubtably belonged to females. They all had a touch of feminine quality in different places, the silk furnature in one room, the bathroom with feminine shampoo and soap littered around on the floor and around the counters, or the bedroom where vibrators were strewn across the floor. As you peek into another room, you realize that the walls were a light purple and you saw nail polish strewn across the floor, like they were shoved aside. As you thought about it, all the rooms were treated badly by the person living inside of them.
Finally you see a bright lighted door and enter it. It's a sunroom, full of windows and light streaming in. Plants also mark the windowsills, where they are green and healthy. Inside, you see furnature placed throughout the room, where light shone in constantly on at least one of the chairs. As the bright light hits you shiver again, and you get a strange feeling of snugness against the dress. The snugness suddenly disappears, and you start to feel unsafe in the house.