Summary: Bro and John dare each other to wear their choice of clothes. John is an adorable, sexy little shit, but Bro wouldn't have him any other way.
You'd both dared each other to dress how the other wanted. John, if course, wanted you to dress like him. You'd gotten him to dress shota.
You don't think you've ever found him more attractive, and while part of you wants to rip his clothes off and fuck him pretty well constantly, you also really, /really/ like how he looks with them on.
You're stuck without your shades, in comic book t-shirts and hoodies, blue jeans and sneakers. Your hair, however, is untouched. Thankfully.
You hardly allow John out of the apartment. Each day is a different style; the first day is thigh-highs, short shorts that remind you of Jake, and a too-big sweater. He sticks to the shorts for the week, but switches between too-big shirts and button downs with suspenders. It's driving you up the wall.
The last day, however, is the worst.
He's let you off a day early, which makes you highly suspicious, but you roll with it. John insists you not be there while he gets ready, so you watch tv. When he comes out, the remote nearly clatters out of your hand.
He's wearing thin blue and orange thigh highs attached to blue panties. An old shirt of yours hangs off his shoulders - it's the white one with the orange hat, you note. To top it all off, his glasses are gone, his hair is cutely tousled, and there's a pair of gray bunny ears atop his head.
He comes over to you cutely, tucking some of his unruly black hair behind his ear before sitting in your lap. You have to force yourself not to buck up into the pressure on your boner.
He looks at you innocently with big, blue eyes.
"I'm horny."
You lose it.