[The pantyhose is what give him the most trouble. After pulling off his pants, shoes and socks, hat and shirt, he stared at the stretchy material, blinking. How heck do you pull these things on? He tried slipping his foot in one stocking, and pulling it up, though that didn't work well, and then he tried both feet at the same time, which only lead to--]
W-whaa-! ---OW!
[...Him falling over with a loud thud, tripping himself over his own feet and the weird stretchy material. Naoto would hear a few more colourful curses as Junpei realised he'd ripped the material too. At least it was further up the stockings, so no one would see it once he got his pants on, but still! Is this what chicks has to deal with everyday?!]
[He eventually got it on by laying on his back on the cold floor, with his knees bent and pulled up against his chest, and scrunching up the length wise of the stockings so he could just get his feet in the bottoms. Then, he pulled it down towards his waist, stretching his legs out as he went to make sure they were fully covered, till he finally got it over his thighs. Man, this felt sort of weird, the material agaisnt his skin like that, and he felt sure it was catching on his leg hair here and there. It was then a matter of pulling it over his boxers (not an easy feat) and wiggling to get it over his behind properly. He sighed loudly as he finally let his legs flop to the ground, his bottom half properly covered in the sheer material.]
Maybe this is a really, really bad idea...
[He sat up then, frowning down at his feet, wriggling his toes in the material. It didn't feel bad or anything, just... really weird.]
Well, I'm already this far in, might as well go for the gusto, right?
[He laughed dryly, before standing up, shifting a bit at the weird feeling of his boxers being hiked up like this. Now what else did Naoto give him?]
Oh man...
[He picked up the bra, blushing a bit as he stared at it, gulping. It... it really came to this, didn't it? The first time he'd get to touch one of these things, and it was to put on himself. Fate was really cruel. It wasn't as bad as the pantyhose to get on though-- kinda like pulling on a sleeve less shirt-- only tighter, and with way more give in the middle of the fabric, obviously for...]
[He felt his cheeks burn up a bit, before he shook his head to clear it. This isn't important! H-he could think about that sort of thing later! He adjusted what he supposed was a sports bra properly on his chest, before reaching for the shirt, pulling it on. Huh… it actually fit pretty well on him, remarkably, and he noticed that the collar was sort of high—reminding him of the shirts Fuuka-chan usually wore. He realised, looking at the mirror, that it wasn’t just a fashion statement—it was serving to hide his Adam’s apple, which otherwise would be pretty obvious. But it wasn’t high enough to cover that bit of facial hair he had… and like he said before, he wasn’t about to shave it for this!]
[After the shirt, it was just a matter of putting on a pair of pants, and then slipping on his old shoes. Junpei looked back into the mirror for a moment, frowning. Other than the looser than normal shirt, he still wasn’t looking like much of a girl. He put his baseball cap on out of habit, and he poked his head out the door, looking around for Naoto.]
Hey, uh, Naoto-kun, think I’m done on my end…
[Oh god, he felt so weird like this. He made a memo in his head to be much more sympathetic to girls and their clothing choices…]
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W-whaa-! ---OW!
[...Him falling over with a loud thud, tripping himself over his own feet and the weird stretchy material. Naoto would hear a few more colourful curses as Junpei realised he'd ripped the material too. At least it was further up the stockings, so no one would see it once he got his pants on, but still! Is this what chicks has to deal with everyday?!]
[He eventually got it on by laying on his back on the cold floor, with his knees bent and pulled up against his chest, and scrunching up the length wise of the stockings so he could just get his feet in the bottoms. Then, he pulled it down towards his waist, stretching his legs out as he went to make sure they were fully covered, till he finally got it over his thighs. Man, this felt sort of weird, the material agaisnt his skin like that, and he felt sure it was catching on his leg hair here and there. It was then a matter of pulling it over his boxers (not an easy feat) and wiggling to get it over his behind properly. He sighed loudly as he finally let his legs flop to the ground, his bottom half properly covered in the sheer material.]
Maybe this is a really, really bad idea...
[He sat up then, frowning down at his feet, wriggling his toes in the material. It didn't feel bad or anything, just... really weird.]
Well, I'm already this far in, might as well go for the gusto, right?
[He laughed dryly, before standing up, shifting a bit at the weird feeling of his boxers being hiked up like this. Now what else did Naoto give him?]
Oh man...
[He picked up the bra, blushing a bit as he stared at it, gulping. It... it really came to this, didn't it? The first time he'd get to touch one of these things, and it was to put on himself. Fate was really cruel. It wasn't as bad as the pantyhose to get on though-- kinda like pulling on a sleeve less shirt-- only tighter, and with way more give in the middle of the fabric, obviously for...]
[He felt his cheeks burn up a bit, before he shook his head to clear it. This isn't important! H-he could think about that sort of thing later! He adjusted what he supposed was a sports bra properly on his chest, before reaching for the shirt, pulling it on. Huh… it actually fit pretty well on him, remarkably, and he noticed that the collar was sort of high—reminding him of the shirts Fuuka-chan usually wore. He realised, looking at the mirror, that it wasn’t just a fashion statement—it was serving to hide his Adam’s apple, which otherwise would be pretty obvious. But it wasn’t high enough to cover that bit of facial hair he had… and like he said before, he wasn’t about to shave it for this!]
[After the shirt, it was just a matter of putting on a pair of pants, and then slipping on his old shoes. Junpei looked back into the mirror for a moment, frowning. Other than the looser than normal shirt, he still wasn’t looking like much of a girl. He put his baseball cap on out of habit, and he poked his head out the door, looking around for Naoto.]
Hey, uh, Naoto-kun, think I’m done on my end…
[Oh god, he felt so weird like this. He made a memo in his head to be much more sympathetic to girls and their clothing choices…]