#get changed

“What happened to your clothes, Y?” X asked, looking at the grubby marks on the pale cloth.  There was a barely audible call from downstairs.  Y looked up at X with big eyes.  “Alright, we’ve got about a minute to get you changed.  Let’s move.”

It’s the same courtesy I’ve always extended to them, and I’m in my twenties now. I want my privacy, and sometimes, i don’t want to be disturbed or distracted. I’ve asked them, but they keep forgetting, every day.