Jon began searching through his sister's room, looking for a suitable change of clothes. Obviously, not everything that Zoe wore would work for him, but there had to be overlap he figured. Something reasonable. Jon picked through the clothes scattered across the room in hopes of something like that, idly putting clothes back in their places in the dresser or the closet as he decided against each. He did not have time to stop and think about how easily he knew where his sister's clothes belonged.
Instead, he found himself thinking about those football players below. Again he found himself wondering what all those lunks were doing here. Surely no one in his family had any business with anyone on the football team, much less the better part of the team. Surely they weren't all here for him...
That last thought stirred something in Jon, and after a moment he caught himself just standing there, tracing circles over his erect nipples with a finger through the fabric of his shirt. They were really getting sensitive now. They ached against the shirt, pressing noticeably out against the fabric now. That troubled Jon, both for the problems that presented in terms of comfort and appearance. Maybe Zoe would let him borrow one of her bras?
Jon caught himself again. What was he thinking? He was a guy! Guy's don't wear bras, even when it is much more comfortable or modest for them to do so. He had to focus, he was here for a reason.
Finally, Jon managed to find a suitable article of clothing among the rejects. They were a pair of dark pants made from a soft, stretchy material. That was good--it meant both comfort and that it would more easily fit Jon in addition to Zoe. Stripping off his lower body, Jon sat on Zoe's bed as he pulled the pants up his legs. They were indeed a tight fit, and when he stretched them up his legs Jon realized the clothes were slightly sheer, showing off some of his legs through a dark filter.
This was a problem at first, but Jon was quickly able to solve it once he found a pair of black briefs among his sister's clothes to help cover his privates. That should cover his crotch and butt, and really, who cares if he showed off a little leg of the rest? Probably not those boys downstairs.... With that done, he was comfortably able to put the sheer pants back on, pulling them up until they were flush against his legs and pulled up neatly over his feet. That struck Jon as mightily convenient-- like a pair of socks and a pair of pants all in one! He would have to get some of his own, when he got the chance.
Now with a pair of dark sheer pantyhose clad about his lower body, Jon nodded in satisfaction, and continued getting ready.
