**Magical Wardrobe Swap**

Liam had always looked up to his older sister, Claire. She was confident, successful, and effortlessly stylish. So when she invited him to stay with her for a few days during spring break, he jumped at the chance. Claire lived in a chic apartment downtown, close to her job at an advertising agency. Her en-suite bathroom was a world away from the dingy, shared bathrooms at Liam's college dorm. On the morning of the second day, Liam decided to take a long, hot shower to start his day right. He relished the steaming water, letting it wash away the stress of midterms. Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t notice how slippery the tiles were. Stepping out of the shower, his foot slipped, and he fell, bumping his head against the sink. “Ow,” he muttered, shaking his head to clear the fog. "That was a close one." After taking a moment to steady himself, he grabbed a towel and dried off. It wasn’t long before he noticed a peculiar sensation; his thoughts were muddled, and the world felt oddly disjointed. Still somewhat dazed, he went to his sister's walk-in closet, where she had laid out some fresh towels and toiletries. Liam spotted some clothes neatly arranged on the chair next to Claire's vanity. In his confused state, he mistook them for his own. "Claire must have put these out for me," he mused, his thoughts tangled up like a ball of yarn. He picked up what he thought to be a pair of boxers but were actually his sister's panties. After a brief struggle and some confusion about the fit, he managed to get them on. Next, he noticed a bra lying on the chair. Momentarily perplexed, he reasoned, "Well, if it’s here, she must mean for me to wear it." He strapped on the bra with some difficulty, oblivious to how strange it felt. Then, he reached for a sundress, its hem swirling around his knees. The dress was short on Claire, but on Liam's taller frame, it barely reached mid-thigh. He fumbled with the zipper, then glanced at the mirror. His reflection gave him pause, but only for a moment. In his dazed state, he thought, "Why does this feel different...? Nah, it must be fine." He found a few pieces of Claire’s jewelry and clumsily put them on, adding a pair of earrings and a necklace. There was a makeup kit on the vanity, so he applied a bit of makeup, completing the bizarre transformation. Feeling quite content, he trotted into the kitchen where Claire was making breakfast. She turned around and nearly dropped the coffee pot. "Liam! What on earth are you wearing?" she exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. Liam blinked at her, then at her attire—jeans and a T-shirt he recognized as his own. His addled brain came to a baffling conclusion. "Claire, why are you wearing my clothes?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "I mean, if you wanted to borrow them, you could have just asked." Claire gaped at him, then started piecing together the scenario—from the loud thud she’d heard earlier to the sight before her now. She set the coffee pot down and approached him carefully. "Liam, sweetheart, I think you hit your head really hard," she said gently. "You're wearing my clothes. Let’s get you back to your own room. We may need to get you checked out by a doctor." His confused look deepened, but her soothing tone helped. "I... I don't understand," he stammered. "It’s okay," she assured him, guiding him back toward the bedroom. "I’m here, and we’ll figure this out together. But first, let's get you changed and make sure you’re alright." As Claire helped Liam out of the dress and jewelry, she couldn't help but laugh softly to herself. This would certainly be a story to tell one day—but for now, she was focused on ensuring her brother was safe and sound. Together, they got him dressed in his own clothes and made their way to the doctor’s office, the morning’s unexpected adventure solidifying the bond between them even more deeply. Thus, what began as a simple visit turned into a day they’d never forget. And in the end, Liam learned to always step carefully whenever he wrapped up a shower.