As Mick took a closer look at the basket he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at first. Mick carefully looked through the neatly folded items of clothing and found some gray skinny jeans and a black t-shirt of some game laying on top, at first, he didn't pay too much attention to it and thought they were just playing some prank on him by hiding something in the basket to scare him or whatever so he went back to his room without paying closer attention.
Once he was back in his room however, he set the laundry basket down next to his empty closet and started to put the items of clothing into them, or at least, he was going to. The first items didn't draw any attention to him, they were gray skinny jeans, which he had himself as well as a black shirt that looked familiar to him. But then, he started to realize exactly what had happened, getting deeper into the basket revealed some tiny jean shorts, leggings, tank tops, bras panties and all kind of clothes that definitely didn't belong to him.
Inspecting the clothes a bit further, more specifically the jeans that failed to raise suspicion, and sure enough, they definitely were Sarah's. They were a size smaller than his own and were of an even tighter fit.
The collection of clothes he was so generously traded by Sarah, included quite a bit of variety. Sarah was a girl that liked dressing girly in skirts and blouses, but also enjoyed a more modest look with skinny jeans or sweatpants, they downside was that all of them were smaller than his own and some of them quite revealing. He liked seeing them on Sarah from time to time, but seeing some of them here, wasn't exactly having the same effect.
"How did I not notice this?" Mick asked himself as he emptied the basket filled with Sarah's clothing.
"This is definitely not everything, Sarah has more clothes than this." Mick easily concluded as he laid the clothes on his bed.
"But more importantly, where are my clothes?" Mick mumbled to himself as he got ready to walk out of his room to get some answers.
However, when he opened his door, he was greeted by...
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