For few seconds you both stand, neither moving a muscle. Finally you break the silence. "Tiff," you say.
"Yeah?"
There were any number of things you could have said, several pass through your mind? You wonder how this is possible, what happened, if she has any idea what's going on, but what your mind is most focused on how the clothes feel.
They're loose, they hang off of of you caressing your skin, the sensation is incredible. As is the way the silky panties feel on your privates.
"These clothes are really comfy." You say, blushing.
"Yeah, that's why I wear them," Tiffany says cautiously. She takes a few steps forward and looks at your clothes.
"Are all girl's clothes this comfortable?" You're not sure if you ever want to wear anything else again. You never realized how uncomfortable your male clothing was because you thought that was just how clothing felt.
"No, not all of them." She touches the pink shirt. She pinches it and rubs it between her fingers, "It's just like mine. How did this happen?"
You look down, run your hands over your shirt. "I don't know." You tell her the only thing you can think of, "Maybe it had something to do with that bottle I dropped... Whatever it was, I'm glad it happened. I'd never have tried on this" you gesture to your clothes, "on my own, but now that I'm wearing it I really like it.