Jon grabbed the women's jeans and slipped out of what he was wearing. Then he stopped and stared at his underwear. Unlike usual (obviously), he was wearing a pair of black lacy panties. How the hell did those get on him? And how did he not notice that he was wearing them until now? He lifted off his T-shirt, fearing what he might find underneath. When he got his shirt off, he realized that his fears were justified. He was wearing a black lacy bra, even though he didn't have any breasts. Surely, he would notice whether or not he had been wearing a bra, yet he didn't notice until right now. Whatever was happening around here was getting weirder by the minute.
He thought about taking off the bra and panties, but he was already running out of time and Susan and Laura were probably getting impatient. So, he put the women's jeans on and grabbed one of the halter tops from the closet and put that on. He felt a bit strange wearing all of this, but he felt like he didn't have much of a choice. If he wanted to pry more information out of Sarah, Susan, and Laura, he'd have to try to "act" as "normal" as possible ... whatever "normal" was in this weird new reality.
Once he was all done, he grabbed the purse from the dresser and the pocketbook and cell phone from the nightstand, then headed out the door.
