You made a bet with your good friend Johnny that you could go to a cafe nearby in each other’s clothes, Johnny in yours, and you in Johnny’s clothes.

His big blue shirt felt like a sack on you, as did his pants as your white crop top and short shorts hugged Cage.

“I feel like a fem queen,” Johnny said in a squeaky voice, jerking his pelvis from side to side. He seemed to parody the behavior of women from TV series and films in which he often starred. But at that moment, as he was doing the next pose, a loud sound of tearing fabric was heard. Looks like your shorts couldn't handle Johnny's big ass.