Clay held up a ball of silk, he looked stuck between amusement and shock.
"Uh...sorry...this is a bra, not a t-shirt. Neither of us has had a girl here in so long that I don't think it came from anyone else. Whatever is affecting you, must be affecting your clothes."
He stroked the silk absentmindedly, which caused you a swirl of feelings. You went over and grabbed it away, frowning.
Lee put her hand on your shoulder and smiled, "At least the new you has good taste...that's an expensive brand..."
You could feel the heat of embarrassment rushing through you.
She yanked it away playfully and held it up.
The bra was...