Ricky looked at her and made a face as she used the second towel to dry his hair. He did not like that. He usually let it air dry. Even in the winter time. He looked at her in confusion. Proper clothes? He wasn't sure he could fit kid clothes. Yet he also had no money for clothes that he wouldn't wear when he got his body back the way it was supposed to be. "But I don't have any money..." He said softly. "I can't get new clothes." He said softly. Trying to think of a way to try to talk her out of it. Yet was having difficulty doing so. He looked at her and followed her still wrapped in a towel. Watching her rummage through the drawrs and closet. Tilting his head to the side. He was gonna look REEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLLLY weird in girl clothes. Least in his opinion he would Watching her leave after picking out some clothes for him. He looked at her and nodded his head. She wouldn't say that if he was the older him. SHe wouldn't even let him in the house probably. He took the towel off and dropped it on the floor. Taking the shirt and struggled with it. It was a bit loose but it fit okay...mostly. He took the shorts that looked like caprees on him. He tied them off as best he could but they still fell off his hips. He untied them and held them up. He would ask her to tie them because his fumbling kid hands couldn't do it right. He walked around until he found the kitchen. "Can you tie it for me?" He asked in a cute voice. "THey keep falling off when I tie it." He was holding them up in such a way it was adorable. He hated needing help to do something so simple but that is what happened when your body was a kid again.