Sammie slept surprisingly good. Really good in fact. If he'd thought about it he might have realized that he slept so well because he was, deep inside, very happy about last night. But as soon as his brain started thinking about as he woke up, of course that all went away. His waking mind just wouldn't accept that he belonged as a slutty twin to his beautiful sister, kneeling or bending over in front of his high school bully. And so, after a shower he tried to get dressed up in the opposite way possible.<br/><br/>This proved more difficult than he thought. It had been so long since he'd worn any of his boy clothes that he couldn't find any of them. Well, okay, almost any of them. He pulled a face at some of the stuff he'd used to wear. It was all so boring, and harsh, and lacking in style. He sighed as he held up a band's t-shirt. Who would wear this? He tossed it away. Okay, so, maybe some shopping was in his future if he wanted something acceptably masculine and at the same time stylish enough to handle.<br/><br/>He settled for a pair of light blue terrycloth shorts, very short and tight shorts of course, with only a small bulge visible up front, his long tanned legs on full display, and a pullover white knit sweater that fit him in a loose manner. The sweater was soft and the knitting was open enough that small little patches of his skin were visible all throughout it. He stared at his reflection and sighed. He didn't look like a boy at all, at best someone might guess he was born one due to his lack of breasts and the bulge up front, but at first glance he wouldn't even rate that.<br/><br/>He pulled his hair back out of habit, then paused and did it again, lowering the ponytail, and didn't put on any makeup or shoes. Well, at least not wearing slutty makeup and high heels would maybe make him look a bit less like a fucktoy whose mouth should be stuffed full of bully dick? He sighed hopefully, but also didn't really buy it. At least his mouth had finally stopped aching, he realized giving it one last rub to make sure.<br/><br/>He made his way out to the kitchen in his bare feet, the coffee he'd set to brewing at the start of his shower was ready by now.<br/><br/>He had just finished pouring himself a cup when Clarissa came around the corner, looking like she'd had a very fun night herself. Sammie smiled, he couldn't help it, and slid the cup he had just poured over to her, sharing in her joy, a grin of his own matching hers. "You look like you had fun." He said in a teasing and loving tone, leaning in and giving his sister a soft, friendly kiss on the cheek as he turned around to pour himself another cup. "Is he still here?" He asked idly, like it didn't mean much to him.