Simon opened his door, the bowl of Fruity Pebbles still in hand. He was wearing what he'd worn to class that day- faded jeans that were ripping at the knee, and a zip-up sweatshirt over a plain brown tee. "Cissy," he said dumbly, but by then she was already inside his room and demanding him to change. Moving quickly (because hell hath no fury like a woman forced to wait), he placed his cereal bowl on his desk and hustled ever to his dresser, yanking the zipper down on his sweatshirt. That milk will probably spoil, he thought to himself. Well, I guess I can just rinse it really well when I get back. Simon wasn't aware that Cissy was going to capture him for the entire (as in totally complete) weekend. That milk would be its own civilization by the time he returned.

Finding something reasonable wasn't as easy as one might imagine. What was comfortable in Cissy's world was nowhere near comfort for most everyone else, and the same went with casual, cheap, and appropriate. Still, Simon knew he had to have something he could wear. Otherwise Cissy might take him shopping, and how lame is it to have to have your girlfriend picking out your wardrobe because you're such a schlub?

When Cissy did a quick peek, she'd catch her skinny boy toy just as he was slipping down his jeans, his adorable green boxer briefs in full show. He didn't seem to notice her looking, though, as he was absorbed in rolling on fresh deoderant and getting himself dressed. "I'm almost done," he assured her when she asked. A quick buttoning, a few quick strokes with the finger-comb, and voila!

"Okay, ready!" he told her, striking a pose for when she turned around. You couldn't go wrong with a classic jeans and shirt combo. He even left it unbuttoned a bit, just to be silly. "Is this to my ladys' liking?" he asked, his voice crooning and slick. Then he cracked up. "Don't worry," he told her, "I'll gonna button it up so you don't have to stare at my downy pre-pubescent chest hair all night."