Daily Free-Write December 12, 2020 (Patreon)

"You sure about this?"

"Sure I'm sure! Look, just try it on, if you don't like it you can take it right back off." 

"okay..." 

He slid on the childish garment. 

"What do you think?"

He looked at himself in the full length mirror turning this way and that.

"Eh, this captain America tanktop really isn't me..."

"Okay, fair enough. Let's just stick with what we know." 

Bryan nodded. His roommate Brent was super nice to take him shopping, since he hadn't really done it himself. Not since he moved out on his own away from his parents. All he'd ever gotten was hand-me-downs anyway, he'd never really gone out clothes shopping like this. 

"Hey, Brent... thanks a lot for coming out with me. I know it sounds silly, but I really don't think I could have done this by myself." 

"No problem, bud," said Brent. Brent had seen bryan's clothes starting to get holes and come apart. He had no idea it was because he didn't know how to shop. He didn't even know what size he was.

They headed to the front counter with their haul. It was just a couple pairs of jeans, and a few plain t-shirts, but to Bryan it was a lot. On the way, they saw a display of stuffed animals. 

Brent saw Bryan looking at the stuffed animals as they walked by before casting his eyes down and rubbing his hand over his wallet. He looked a little sad.

Brent stopped and Bryan nearly bumped into him.  

"Oof, I'm so sorry. I was daydreaming," said Bryan. 

"No sweat man. Did you want one of those plushies over there?"

"What? Oh, no. I'm already spending enough today as it is."

"You sure? You gave them a pretty hard stare."

"Oh," said Bryan, beginning to blush. "I was just thinking about how I never had one of my own growing up."

Now Brent felt sad. 

"Aww. Which one were you looking at."

"F-fox," said Bryan," nodding over to a smiling stuffed red fox sitting in the display pile. "Wait a second..."

Brent walked over to the fox, picked it up, then came and grabbed Bryan's hand, tugging him toward the register.

"But I-"

Brent cut off his protests.

"It's on me, bud."  

Bryan's speechless expression was the most adorable thing Brent had seen all day.

"Th-thank you," said Bryan, finding his voice after they finally got through checkout. 

"No problem,  bud." said Brent. "Wanna hold him? I can take your clothes."

Bryan's eyes got wide. "...can I?" he asked, in a small voice.

"Sure, you can, bud. You don't even gotta ask permission to do that." 

They traded and Bryan gave the fox a big hug, and snuggle.

"Correction," thought Brent as he watched his room mate smiling big and nuzzling the furred creature. "*This* is the cutest thing I've seen all day."

A wet spot had appeared on Bryan's pants.

"Uh, buddy?"

"Huh?" Bryan snapped out of whatever he was dreaming up in his head. 

"I think we better get you to a restroom after this."

"Why? Oh." Bryan quickly noticed what Brent was talking about and brought the fox plush down to cover his accident.

"Does this happen a lot, buddy?" asked Brent, concerned. 

"It used to..." Bryan mumbled, "when I was a kid. But not anymore... Not for a long time." He looked up to Brent worried and unsure of what to do. 

Brent grabbed Bryan's hand and led him out of the store. 

"Come on kiddo, we gotta get you into a dry pair of pants."