None of your clothes fit at all anymore. Your only option is the outfit that the lake has magically prepared for you. You take them from the dresser where you folded them after drying and you lay them out on the bed.
The thong is unwearable. You know that from just looking at the thing. With your manhood still intact--and hopefully that won't change any time soon--there's no way that little thing is going to fit you. You get one of your smallest boxers and use a safety pin to reduce the waist so it will stay on. You put on the skirt, which fits like a glove, as does the button-up blouse. You pull the pantyhose up around your legs. It feels weird to have most of your legs covered by the elastic, and you almost take them off, but you have nothing else that will fit. Your socks were so loose last night you were almost tripping on them, and you don't want to go barefoot.
You go into the bathroom to take a look at yourself. You notice for the first time the changes that occurred when you were washing your sweat off. It isn't much this time. Your hair doesn't seem to have grown, but your face is different. Your lips are now a faint reddish color, like you're wearing lipstick. You rub a finger over them to see if the color comes off, and it doesn't. What's more, your eyelashes are seductively thick now, and they're complimented by a bit of blue eyeshadow. You seem to have blush on your cheeks as well, and your eyebrows are thinner.
With your clothes on, you look like a real woman. A rather flat-chested one, but the blouse has a naturally baggy look that disguises your total lack of breasts. The way the skirt fits your hips makes your figure very womanly. There isn't a person in the world who would guess that you're a guy.
What's more, though, is that you actually recognize the person in the mirror. A memory has been suddenly triggered: before you dove into the lake, for one brief instant, you saw a woman's face in the water. The exact same face is now staring back at you from your bathroom mirror.