"Workout clothes! Every man needs a good pair of clothes to workout in." Jake finished, stopping at a shelf and pulling out a package. He slyly tore it open and took out a pair of black underwear. "Here we are, try those on for kicks."
"Eh?" Travis blurted, tilting his head to the side. The boxer briefs Jake had chosen were slightly too big for Travis, and the extended pouch was definitely something Travis wouldn't need. "Sorry, but those don't work for me."
"Oh come on, I can tell you're a tightie whitie guy, these boxer briefs are a good upgrade. The comfort of briefs with the manliness of boxers! Or something like that. Just give them a try." Jake charmingly said, leaving Travis with no choice but to try them on or stand there with a strawberry-red face.
"Okay! Okay! Just keep it down... That's some embarassing stuff to say..." Travis quickly replied, causing Jake to laugh.
Travis took the boxer briefs and went to the nearest dress room. He was going to pretend to wear them, but he figured he'd humor Jake and try them on. He took off his clothes and slowly put on the boxer briefs, finding that they were slightly too big - just as he suspected.
"Heh... Imagine if I actually did fit these..." Travis murmured as he envisioned himself as a broader, stronger, more endowed version of his average self. After a few moments of amazing day dreaming, he drug himself back to lame reality. He let go of the boxer briefs to let them fall to his legs, but they hovered in place. When he yanked them down, they refused to budge. "What's going on?"
And then it happened...