In your hands was a soft hoodie, the kind that clearly belonged to a girl given its pink color. It looked like one of those free swag sweaters you would get for shopping around colleges which they would use to bribe you into attending. That was something you had been slacking on with the end of your senior year coming fast. A quick glance at the tag confirmed it was a women's XL, about the size of your mother's. Though she certainly hadn't been looking at any colleges.
"Wonder how this got here," you muttered to yourself before shivering. It was chilly down in the basement. "Well, can't share it, wear it."
You weren't nearly insecure about your masculinity enough to care about it being pink. In fact, living in a house of girls, sometimes you preferred women's clothing which tended to be softer and more comfortable to wear than men's. At least, given how large your mom was. When you were a kid, you would pretend to dress up as her all the time. Back then, you could reasonably pretend to be a girl given your size and voice. It was something you grew out of and weren't quite sure why you were thinking about it.
Without another second thought, you donned the mysterious hoodie. It felt quite snugly over you and warmed you up as you finished the laundry, carrying the basket of clothes upstairs.
You paused for a moment as a weird tingle came over you.
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