Falsely upset

"Dude, I asked you to go out and buy me some clothes, and this is what you bring back?" Emmet said, staring at the shopping bag like it had personally offended him.

"I wanted something chill—a pair of jeans, some shorts, something casual I could wear out! And look at these prices—where the hell did you even shop?"

Kyle raised his hands, half in surrender, half in defense, but the smirk on his face betrayed him.
"Bro, you told me to get something feminine that would fit your new body. This will fit very well. Probably too well, honestly."

Emmet looked like he wanted to throttle him.
"I didn’t tell you to piss off that witch at the bar with your stupid comments, man! You’re lucky she didn’t turn you into a frog or something. She just turned you into… well, a total babe. Honestly, I think you're hotter than she was."

"Don't even remind me," Emmet groaned, running a hand through his now silky shoulder-length hair. "The whole thing was insane. But stop changing the subject—this stuff must’ve cost a fortune!"

Kyle shrugged. "Yeah, a bit. But hey, not like you paid for it. You don’t even have a wallet anymore. Or pants, for that matter."

"Hilarious," Emmet shot back, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "My clothes vanished, my ID’s gone, and I have no idea how to fix my life after this mess! Lucky for us the bar was empty last night—just you, me, and that psycho with sparkly eyes. But seriously, you come back with one outfit? A damn lingerie set? That probably cost more than my old car?"

"Dude," Kyle said, pointing at Emmet’s body with exaggerated gesturing, "you’re literally wearing it right now while yelling at me about it. If you hated it so much, you wouldn’t still be walking around the living room in it. I mean, you could’ve thrown on something of mine—it’d be baggy, sure—but no. You chose to stay in that."

Emmet opened his mouth to protest, but… nothing came out.
He glanced down at himself—the smooth satin fabric clinging to curves that didn’t exist yesterday—and frowned.

"...Yeah, I don’t know why I put this on," he admitted, voice lower. "Maybe… I just felt like I had to?"

Kyle grinned. "Told you. Fits too well."