**Laundry Day Mix-Up**

Alex groaned as he lifted the heavy laundry bag onto his shoulder and headed out of his dorm room. It was laundry day, and for about the thousandth time, he wished he didn’t let his clothes pile up until he was completely out of clean outfits. Navigating the maze of hallways and dodging fellow students, he finally arrived at the campus laundry room. With a practiced motion, he dumped his overflowing bag into two washing machines, started them up, and set a timer on his phone. An hour later, when the machines beeped the end of their cycle, Alex efficiently transferred both loads into one of the large dryers. He knew this would take a bit longer, so he decided to grab a quick meal at the nearby café. He ordered a sandwich and a coffee, chatting briefly with some friends who were also taking a break from their studies. Time flew by, and Alex realized he needed to hurry back to the laundry room. When he got there, he saw his basket had been moved to the side—a typical occurrence in the often crowded campus laundry. The dryer was now off, the digital display reading “End.” He pulled the warm clothes out and tossed them into his basket before setting off for his dorm room, appreciating the brief warmth of the clean laundry against the cool autumn air. Once back in his dorm, Alex began the mundane task of folding his clothes. But something was off. He held up what he thought was one of his T-shirts, but it was much smaller and frillier. His brows furrowed as he realized it was a tank top. He pulled out more clothes—bras, panties, skirts, dresses, nightgowns, even bikinis. There wasn't a single piece of his clothing in the mix. "Seriously?" he muttered, feeling a mix of disbelief and frustration. All of his own clothes were gone, replaced entirely by this vastly different wardrobe. After a few moments of internal debate, he sighed deeply, recognizing that there was no way to resolve this quickly. Whoever had his clothes must be having a similarly confusing time, and he had no contact information to immediately swap back. He accepted that this was the clothing he had to work with for the foreseeable future. Curiosity piqued and practicality taking over, he decided to try some of the clothes on. Although it felt slightly surreal, he pulled on a pair of panties—the snug fit was oddly comfortable. Struggling a bit, he managed to strap on a bra, adjusting it until it sat somewhat properly. The tank tops and skirts, while snug, fit surprisingly well. He stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the waistband of one of the skirts. With a resigned chuckle, Alex imagined the reactions of his water polo teammates. Taking the bright red bikini from the stack, he thought about showing up to practice in it. The idea was both hilarious and unsettling, but he couldn’t deny he found the situation strangely liberating. He folded and organized his new wardrobe, stacking bras and panties into his drawers, hanging skirts and dresses in his closet. He decided it was simpler to embrace the situation for what it was, at least for now. As he finished, Alex sat on his bed, staring at the neatly folded bikinis. Smiling, he thought, "Tomorrow's practice is going to be… unforgettable."