Although your theory seems to have been proven, the object that Clay is holding makes you somewhat disturbed rather than satisfied.
"That's a girl's swimsuit," Lee states matter-of-factly. "So either one of you has strange tastes, or..."
"The lake water affected my clothes as well as me," you say as you stare at the wrinkly red swimsuit. It's a simple sleeveless one-piece suit with a wide opening at the collar that might expose a hint of cleavage if worn by a woman. It's plain red, without any patterns or ornamentation. "I just expected it to shrink my clothes to fit me, not turn them into something completely different."
Clay keeps pulling things out of the washer.
Lee says "Are you sure you didn't get anything on the clothes before the lake?"
You nod. "Definitely. All that time spent in the washer has changed them to match my new body."
"Um...touching these won't infect me, will it?" Clay asks.
"I doubt it. They dried out before I washed them. There shouldn't have been any lake water left to get into the wash water."
Clay sighs with relief as he drapes a few more clothes onto the machine. You see a short navy skirt, a pink blouse, a thong and a pair of pantyhose. These all match up with the other clothes you were wearing that night--pants, overshirt, underwear, and socks--though their colors and fabrics have changed. The sight of these women's things mixed in with your laundry makes you blush, even though you know they're yours...perhaps, BECAUSE you know they're yours.
"Should I dry them?" Clay asks.
"Yeah, go a head and throw 'em all in," you say, adjusting your loose pants. "I'll need at least one outfit that fits me."
"I've got plenty of stuff," Lee says. "We look about the same size. You can borrow some until we can sort this all out."
"How DO we sort this all out?" Clay asks.
"Maybe there's answers at the lake," you say hopefully. "I'm going back there."
"Now?" Clay says looking out the window. The sky is a bright orange-red. "It'll be dark before you even get there."
"Tomorrow, then. I've got a job interview in two days and I don't want to show up for it in drag."
"We're going with you," Lee says, hooking her arm around Clay's. "To make sure nothing worse happens."
"I have work tomorrow," Clay protests. Lee shoots him a fiery look you haven't seen before. "But I have a few personal days left."
"I'll be over around ten o'clock," Lee says. "I'll bring some clothes for you, if you don't like what the lake gave you."
You tell both of them they don't need to worry any more about you. They've already helped you enough, with the haircut and all the help figuring out what exactly is going on.
"I don't have work tomorrow, anyway," Lee said. "Besides, I'd like to see this park for myself."
The three of you agree to get started tomorrow morning and retrace your steps to the lake. You aren't sure if anything can be done to reverse what's happened, but there aren't any other options you can think of. You have to keep some hope alive.