"Stop. Please just tell me everything." Your mom pleaded as she was overcome with the sight of you wearing a dress.
"Okay, well, it started yesterday when you guys and Helen were out looking for colleges." You began. "I got umm... excited, and I put on one of Helen's bras."
"After we told you not to anymore?" Your mom asked frustratedly. "We could have bought you a bra if you really wanted one, but I've asked you before to stay out of Helen's clothed." she continued, disappointed in you.
"Look, I'm sorry, but that's hardly the most pressing issue right now!" You replied.
"Fine." She replied.
"So, I try to take it off, because I got bored, realized I can't and start to panic, I whip my head around, and knock myself out on something." You said.
"Then, when we got home, I was the first one upstairs. I saw him lying in the hallway, so I dragged him into his bed before you guys saw him, because I wanted to take care of it myself." Helen began. "I didn't have time to take the bra off of him, so I just left it on, covered him up, and started to get ready for bed myself. Then, I woke up this morning, my room looked different, I wasn't wearing what I was last night, and my dresser was full of clothes that weren't mine."
You began to recount your side. "Similarly, I woke up wearing the same bra from last night and a pair of panties. I got up, panicked, and realized I could take off the bra now, so I did. I also noticed that my dresser was stocked with girl's clothes, so I put on the least feminine stuff I could find, and then I went down to see you guys. Sorry I lied then, I didn't know how big of a deal this was yet. After that, Helen told me her side of the story, so we tested something. It turns out that the clothes in our closet look like they were made for us, and that's why you found me wearing a dress, and well... this." You said as you unzipped the side of the dress and gave your mom a glimpse at your new black, lacey bra, which had molded to fit your male chest.
"Okay, so say I believe all of this. Why are you both still wearing each other's clothes?" your mom asked.
"Well," Helen began, "we tried that. Unfortunately, whenever we touch our original clothes, we phase right through them like we're ghosts." She said as she held out the shirt she was wearing to show that your hand could move right through it. "So, that's all we know so far." she finished.
"Okay, I have so many questions." Your mom said.
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