She swallowed, trying to ignore the form-hugging leather that had settled against his hips, and beneath her hand, forcing herself to stay away from him. Forcing her eyes to avoid the heavy growth pressing against his pants. "I... I'll take you to wal-mart later..." She muttered. "I can show you what guys wear." She added, licking her lips nervously, she turned and moved back into her room, bringing up google to look up images of men's fashion.<br/><br/>The results were somewhat discouraging, and she sank into the seat in front of her desk, glancing back to see if he'd followed her. "What sort of thing would you change into?" She asked, glancing back to him, while she refined the search, looking for casual menswear. Again, the results weren't great and she groaned. Choosing one picture (http://www.tonymcdonnell.ie/images/casuals-left.jpg), she enlarged it, and pointed to the jeans. "These are bluejeans. Most common type of pants these days. His are distressed - they come with holes. It's dumb, but it's the fashion. That." she said, pointing to the shirt, "is a t-shirt. They're comfortable and casual. I'll have to grab you some and some underpants... Also I'll et you a nicer pair of pants and some button up shirts..." She mused, turning her gaze to him.