Jay yelped. It wasn't the first time he'd been humiliated in this way. He looked around for something to cover himself.
Reaching into a nearby dryer, he found only a bra, shirt, a skirt, a jacket, and lying nearby, oddly, a pair of boots. At least he wouldn't be naked. He wondered if he could claim it was a kilt. Duncan was a Scottish name. His family had been in America for two hundred years, but there had to be some Scottish holiday he could claim he was celebrating. Better than admitting the truth.
He hurried outside, going home to change before anyone noticed him. That didn't last very long.
