Shattered (#1 in Shifting Series)

Alone with Kakashi Hatake

Kakashi shoved his hands into his pockets and stared at the closed door for a moment.  He looked like he was in some kind of quandary before he finally turned towards her and raised a brow.  "I imagine you'd like to get changed.  I have some shirts and pants in the closet you can try to wear.  I'm a bit taller than you, but there should be something you can wear comfortably."

Sarah felt her face warm at the thought of wearing his clothes.  She then mentally grimaced and looked down at her body.  She was seriously doubting anything he had would fit her!  According to her Naruto Characters Data Book, he was only a hundred and forty-eight pounds.  His physique was all muscle, obviously, and she was pudgy all over.  She wanted to groan, but it did give her an excuse to retreat into the bedroom for a little while as she processed that she was going to be alone with her obsession all night.

"Um... I'll see," she said before quickly stepping back and shutting the door.  "Oh my god... I can't believe this is happening."

Sarah hesitantly went to the closet and peered inside.  She glanced towards the door before reaching in and touching one of the long-sleeved black shirts.  She raised the fabric to her nose and smelled it.  The smell reminded her of a body wash she had given her husband once called Crimson Oak.  He had not liked the smell and had never worn it.  She knew part of the smell was sandalwood, but she was not sure what made up the spicy scent.  She cast another look to the door, feeling guilty for sniffing the man's clothes.  Not that she could really help herself from doing it, he was her obsession after all.

She shook the naughty thoughts that had started to come to her mind away.  She was NOT going to go down that road again.  She had already made that decision.  She forced herself to look more closely at the clothes and found a pair of soft workout pants that she thought might fit her.  They had a stretchy waistline and the material itself would also stretch as well.  She then found a black shirt that was a little bigger than the rest.  That might work as well.  She closed her eyes, praying that they fit because her clothes felt stiff and dirty.  The thought of having to stay in them was totally not appealing in the least.  Not to mention the embarrassment of having to tell him she was too fat to wear any of his clothes.  She groaned at the thought of that kind of humiliation.  Damn, why did I let myself go this much?

Sarah quickly stripped her clothes off, including her bra.  She only left her underwear on because she was not going to go commando in Kakashi's pants.  She stepped into the pants and was surprised that they actually went over her hips and belly.  Granted they were a little snug but nothing obscene.  She kind of chuckled as she looked at how the ends covered half of her feet.  He was a good four inches taller than her.  She then took the shirt and slid it over her head.  It was just loose enough to not be indecent; although, it did hug her chest a little more than she liked, and she questioned whether or not she should wear her crusty bra just to be proper.  Ugh, she hated wearing a bra period.  The moment she would get home, one of the first things she did was whip her bra off!  After today, the thought of having to wear it was unbearable.  It wasn't like she was big breasted, only being a c-cup.  She had gone to the store without one a number of times without in the past.

She went to a mirror and gazed at herself critically.  The dark black color did not reveal anything inappropriate for the most part.  If you looked really hard, you could probably make out a little bit of the outline of her nipples, but you'd seriously have to be staring hard at it.  She seriously doubted he would do that.  She nodded at her image.  Yes, she could get away with it, she was sure of that.  She then looked at the rest of herself critically and grimaced.  She looked like a wreck with her hair being exceptionally wavy and sticking out in all directions now that it was dry.  She needed a brush or a comb for that freight train.  What she would have given for a hair tie!  She raked her fingers through it as best she could and once it didn't look as crazy as before she then rummaged through his dresser and found a pair of socks.  Her feet were always cold it seemed, and it was the last touch to finish off the ensemble.