Gathering your wits back about you, a deep breath is taken before you stride back towards the bedroom and the wardrobe. It's so very tempting to continue this exploration, but the nagging thought of your ill-fitting clothes distracts you from that. A new body is all well and good, but getting new clothes delivered to the chalet seems more than a little odd a feat to try to accomplish. You have to get at least vaguely presentable if you're to go out in this snow. If you manage that, you might be able to make it to the resort's ski shop and get something that fits a little better.
Your discarded panties are the first thing you scoop up, sliding them up your legs. They look a little worse for wear, and indeed you already wore them, but as experiments go you'd rather risk these than the clean ones. Drawing them up about your thighs, you bite your lip at the sensation of the lush hair about your nethers being bunched up behind them. Even with that, a bit spills from the waistband in spite of your best efforts. A reminder that you're not quite normal.
Doing your best to shrug that off, you open the wardrobe and look through your clothes. Obviously anything tight is right out, as are any of your bras. Your coat and snow boots are probably capacious enough, and would hide any of your more obvious oddities. You just need to find something to wear under them, so you don't feel like some sort of crazy amazonian flasher. Finally, you settle on a baggy tee shirt you've often slept in, with an equally baggy sweatshirt over top. Sweatpants don't quite reach the way they used to, but you suspect or at least hope that no one will notice.
Finishing bundling up with your coat and boots, you check at the window to see if it's safe to venture out.