Clothes Switch Rewritten

Terry was awoken by the sound of his sister Sophie putting on his clothes. Confused, he asked, "Why are you wearing my clothes?"

Sophie glanced at him casually and replied, "I don’t have any trousers left—they're all dirty. I figured you wouldn’t mind me borrowing some."

Terry sat up in bed, still groggy, and asked, "Why don’t you just wear one of your dresses or skirts?"

Sophie teased playfully, "Why don’t you try wearing one?" She was about to mention how cold it was outside when Terry abruptly got out of bed, walked into her room, and defiantly put on one of her skirts.

Sophie stood there in surprise, barely containing her amusement as Terry, skirt on, was about to leave the room when their mother appeared at the doorway. Mistaking Terry for his twin sister, she said, "You should really be wearing some thermal leggings or tights in this weather, Sophie."

Panicked and unsure what to say, Terry hesitated. His mother stood expectantly, leaving him with little choice. Terry awkwardly reached for some tights. As he bent down to grab them, his mother quickly noticed something else was missing and chided sharply, "Sophie, put some panties on—I raised you better than that."

Embarrassed and trapped by the situation, Terry trudged reluctantly to Sophie's dresser. He nervously opened the top drawer, relieved when he saw her neatly folded panties. He rifled through them, swiftly dismissing thongs and lace options, finally selecting a pair of white panties with a delicate pink trim. Slipping them on, he found himself surprised by their softness. As he rolled the tights up his legs, he couldn't help but notice their silky-smooth comfort against his skin, a stark contrast to his usual rough jeans.

Satisfied, his mother smiled warmly and turned away, pausing briefly to instruct, "Terry, tidy your room before you come downstairs."

Terry stood in front of Sophie’s tall mirror, stunned. From the waist down, he looked entirely like his sister. He felt oddly comfortable, yet immediately chastised himself. Guys shouldn’t like wearing girls’ clothing, he thought. It’s girly, and I’m definitely not a girl.

Sophie had watched the entire event unfold, amusement sparkling in her eyes. It had never truly struck her how identical they were until she saw their mother confuse Terry for herself. Ideas sparked in her mind, curious about the possibilities.

Terry, still flustered, hurried back to his own room. Sophie followed and playfully tossed him her bra, joking, "You might need this, sis."

Laughing, Terry mockingly slipped the bra on, picked up Sophie’s discarded shirt from the floor, and pulled that on too. Turning toward his bedroom mirror, Terry was startled by how convincingly he resembled Sophie. "It’s so weird how Mum thought we were each other, right Sophie?"

A mischievous idea crossed Sophie's mind, and her eyes glinted with excitement as she proposed, "Say, Terry, how about we take each other’s places today?"

Terry stared back, initially convinced she was joking, but the seriousness in Sophie's eyes made him reconsider. He hesitated, feeling uncertain. "I don’t know. Putting on your clothes was funny for a moment, but actually being you—being a girl—all day is a totally different thing…"