Screw Ash, how is Misty handling this?

Misty Waterflower was not expecting to find herself in Ash's bedroom. Let alone in Ash's body no less.

"Ugh..." she thought, looking around for a mirror to look in. Eventually coming upon a small one on the desk, the gym leader turned trainer headed over. Staring in, she took a moment to get a handle on what she was working with here.

"Ash dear, is there something the matter?" Delia called out, Misty taking a moment to remember that she was Ash now. On top of being a he.

"I'm alright, mom." Ash called out, taking a moment to take in his radically different voice. While he didn't get a response back from his mom, he assumed she had heard him. "Now what?"

On one hand, there was a chance that a couple of his outfits from the time he crossdressed were here. Though, he could also go talk to his mother. Perhaps Delia had an idea for him. Or there was always the option to go rummage around the house to get things the way he wanted.