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You were really just messing around. You were home alone while Trevor was at an interview or something, and you were bored out of your mind. To pass time, you were going to watch T.V. or do something you normally did when Trevor's open closet door caught your eye. You saw all of his shirts and sweaters and smiled to yourself. You'd always wondered what it would be like to wear them. Curiosity got the better of you, and you grabbed the nearest shirt, which happened to be the shirt with the dog on it that we wore for like, a month straight. You shrugged it on and twirled in the mirror. It was basically a dress on you. It came down to almost exactly mid-thigh on you, if not a little further. You amused yourself by trying on his wardrobe until Trevor came home. When we walked through the door, you were wearing his "You Complete Me(ss)" shirt and his snapback. You were twirling in the mirror, and you didn't even notice Trevor standing there until you caught a glimpse of his reflection. "Oh!" You squeaked in surprise, grabbing the snapback with both hands and lifting it off your head. "S-sorry, I didn't know you were going to be home so soon. I wouldn't have... sorry." You smiled sheepishly, handing the snapback out to him. He chuckled, taking it from you and dropping it on his own head. "What is that, a dress?" Trevor laughed, taking a look at you. "Well, I was thinking I could belt it and it would be pretty cute." You laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "You don't even have to belt it. You look stunning wearing my clothes." Trevor smiled, kissing your nose. "I smell like you." You said. "Is that a good thing?" He asked. You simply scrunched up your nose, causing him to giggle. "Well, I think it's a good thing, because then every guy knows you're mine." He whispered, kissing your forehead.