Trevor looked around the room, wondering why he came there, but also wondering why this room even existed. From what Davis told him, he and his wife didn't have any kids. So whose room was this?
"Honey, you better hurry up and put on a new shirt," Davis said, behind him in the hall. "Doesn't your party start soon?"
Party? What party?
"Uh, yeah," Trevor said, humoring him. "Could I have some privacy though?"
"Sure thing, pumpkin," Davis said, then he closed the door.
Did he just call him "pumpkin" again? Trevor shook his head, then headed to the closet. He opened it up and took out a shirt, then he replaced his current one with it. There, he was wearing something different.
He opened the door to leave, but Davis stopped him. "Young lady, I know I usually let you do whatever you want, but you are not leaving this house without a bra. Now get back in there and dress properly."
Trevor turned back and closed the door behind him. But then he stopped. Wait a minute. Did Davis just tell him to put on a bra? Why the hell would he say something like that? Trevor was a guy. He didn't need a bra.
He had a big problem with being asked to wear a bra, but for some reason, being called "young lady" didn't catch his attention. He might have been relatively young (at 23 years old), but he was no lady.
But seeing that Davis probably wouldn't let him leave until he did as he said, Trevor decided to humor him and put the bra on. He could always just take it off later. That Davis was one weird guy.
So he turned towards the dresser and took off his shirt. It was odd. He remembered there being more hair on his chest. And his skin almost seemed smoother than normal. He shook his head, thinking that he must have been imagining things. Unknown to him, however, it wasn't just his chest that was losing hair. It was also his legs, arms, and face. And all of his skin was becoming smoother.
He opened one of the drawers and immediately found a pile of bras inside. He reached in and pulled out one of them. "This should be good enough," he said to himself. It was a pink one with half cups. He didn't know why he picked that specific one, but now that he had picked it, he began putting it on. It didn't even occur to him how easy it was. It was as if he had been putting on bras regularly for years, even though this was the first time ever.
Trevor put his shirt back on and opened the door to leave. He hoped that this met with Davis' approval so he could get out of there.
