"What i-is a bra...doing in his wardrobe?" He says to himself as he picks it up with his index finger and scans it wide and shocked eyes. He then looks towards the drawer to see lots of bras and he throws it back into the drawer. He shakes his head off of the different thoughts floating in his head.
[This is not his...right? Is he into...c-cross...dressing?] Ethan thinks to himself as he gulps looking at the ladies' stuff.
He harshly closes the door with his back leaning against the wardrobe with his hallow but deep breathe only being a sound heard inside the room. He looks around trying to calm himself as much as he could denying all those things he says as an illusion but he couldn't get this out of his head.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!