Adrick climbs into the bath promptly, desperate to get the stink of cum and sweat off of him, scrubbing his skin as best he can, desperate to get clean.  The warm water soothes his skin, relaxing his tense muscles and seems to wash away the disgust that he feels. As he climbs out of the water, dripping wet, he reaches for the bundle. Opening it, his eyes bulge. They're clothes . . . for a girl. A petite dress, frilled and lacy, stockings, and pair of pink slippers. He feels the contents of his stomach rise in his throat. He couldn't be serious. Yobren couldn't be fucking serious. This was ..  .this was humiliation beyond anything he'd ever felt. And . . .and there was no underwear!  The dress was big, big enough to fit him, so the dress's meaning was clear. It was for a pervert's costume play. He couldn't help but choke back tears as he slipped the hideous outfit over himself, the frilly thing barely going down to his thigh to cover his manhood.