Cameron stared at the outfit in his hands, his stomach twisting in knots. The thought of digging through the lost-and-found was unappealing, but the alternative wasn’t much better. Yet, as much as he hated to admit it, Anna’s clothes were clean, and they fit—more or less.
With a deep breath, he resigned himself to his fate. He quickly stripped down and pulled on the white panties first. The fabric was softer than he expected, hugging him snugly. The small bow at the front felt like a tiny brand of shame. Next was the sports bra—this part was trickier. After some fumbling, he finally got it on, adjusting the straps awkwardly. It felt strange against his skin, snug in a way his usual clothes never were. The padding of the bra, though light, subtly showed two small mounds on his chest, making him appear slightly more feminine.
He quickly pulled the blue top over his head, grateful that it was at least a loose fit. The leggings, however, were another story. As he slid them up his legs, he was struck by how smooth they felt, hugging his skin closely, more form-fitting than anything he’d ever worn before. They clung to his frame, lifting his bum slightly and giving him a more feminine shape. The tightness around his waist and thighs made him shift uncomfortably, and he noticed that the combined snugness of the leggings and panties effectively concealed his admittedly small bulge.
Taking a deep breath, he turned to the mirror inside his locker. His reflection stared back at him—same face, same brown eyes, but the clothes made a difference. A crazy thought entered his mind. If he was going to be stuck like this, maybe he could at least try to sell it.
He ruffled his hair slightly, pushing it around to resemble Anna’s style. It wasn’t too far off—they were twins, after all. With a few adjustments, he realized he looked… passable. If someone didn’t look too closely, they might actually mistake him for his sister.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all… or at the very least, maybe he could get through gym class without anyone noticing.
Taking one last breath to steady his nerves, Cameron grabbed his bag and stepped out of the locker room, hoping no one would take too much notice.
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