“Okay, you should get changed. Those boxers are soaking wet.” Sara said as she set Jordan down on the floor before walking over to her closet. He could hear her pull out a drawer and rustle through things. He assumed she had a bunch of clothes but he hadn’t ever actually seen how many outfits she had for him
The floor shook as he walked back and dropped a pair of boxers shorts down to him. He halfway waited for the rest of the outfit but soon realized nothing was coming. It made a degree of sense as he normally did sleep in his boxers.
Jordan was about to put on the new boxers when a thump sounded followed by a powerful gust of wind blowing across the wood floor. He looked over to see Sara’s towel on the floor in a pile. He couldn’t react before she stepped over him as she walked over to a dresser drawer and pulled out some pajamas. Jordan pulled his eyes away quickly and looked in the other direction while focusing on removing his boxers which were soaked with water from the shower.
As he wiggled out of the wet boxers he let them drop onto the floor before grabbing the dry replacement boxers. As he pulled the boxers on he then heard the floor groan before it shuddered under Sara’s weight. In just a couple steps she was back on top of him. As he looked up at her she smiled as she crouched down picking up his tiny wet boxers.
“Your clothes are so small I have to pick them up right away otherwise I will lose track of them,” Sara said as she walked over to her closet briefly. He was unsure of what kind of organizational system she had to keep track of his dirty and clean clothes. He guess it didn’t really matter. He could no longer choose what to wear. He just had to put on whatever Sara provided. While losing the choice should have bothered him. He was never all that much into fashion, to begin with. So he just kind of wore whatever. The idea of having someone curate outfits and looks for him was a new experience.
“Oh my god. What a day. I can hardly believe tomorrow is Thursday already. We just have to get through Thursday and then once 3 pm hits on Friday we are free for the weekend.” Sara said with a bit of excitement as she looked down at Jordan who was pulling up the boxers she had left for him. Sara wiggled her toes a bit drumming them on the floor as she waited for Jordan to finish getting his boxers she gave him for Pajamas.
Jordan could feel the floor rumble and shake as Sara drummed her toes leaving him helpless to do anything but hurry. As soon as he got the boxers on Sara bent down lower hand down to the ground. Jordan immediately started climbing onto her hand. It had become ingrained in him to the point where he no longer questioned it. Seeing Sara’s hand in this position just naturally meant for him to climb onto the palm of her hand.
As soon as he was in the middle of her palm she rose her hand up standing fully upright. The sense of motion was still a bit sickening it felt a bit like a ride at the fair. Sara walked across the room as Jordan spotted the materials she had left out from his makeover hours ago. It had become clear to Jordan that Sara could be a bit messy of a person. She would clean public areas but in places like her room, she would be more careless.
Sara fell back into her hanging chair causing the chair to swing from side to side a bit as she positioned herself to be comfortable before her eyes fell upon her little pet man.
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