"If you couldn't find any suitable clothes, just make do with these."
They had found a set of clothes in the damaged gym, likely belonging to a cheerleader; the kind with a little skirt on the tank top and a pair of cute little white shoes.
A man in his forties, with muscles all over and stubble on his face, had no choice but to don the stretchy little tank top and a white skirt in the face of utter helplessness. The humiliation made him want to die, but going bare... to be honest, that was even less acceptable to him.
After weighing his options, he could only swallow his pride and put on the strange cheerleader outfit. The tight clothes and the skimpy skirt that let drafts in made him walk like a girl who just got her period but didn't prepare a pad, holding down her skirt with both hands and keeping her legs tightly closed.
