My current character is named Corwin, and he's one of those "manly man" burly brutes, generally speaking. Here's a http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/neildarkstar/TESV%202015-05-24%2016-50-19-57_zpsmktsrv8w.jpg. However...

Corwin walked into Ivarstead feeling pretty good about himself. He'd run into a few nasty things on the way from Whiterun, and managed to spank them resoundingly. With a feeling of self-satisfaction, he rented a room for the night at the Vilamyr Inn after talking a young girl out of a free song. The day could hardly get better but... What is that under the bed? Why it looks like a robe some forgetful guest left behind, and it appeared to be made of a fine, shimmering cloth.

Looking about to make sure nobody was watching, he quickly stripped off his clothes and slid into the soft garment. It felt great, so soft and smooth, but... he felt a bit strange. Light, as if he'd suddenly lost a lot of weight... and graceful too (though he was sure he'd never felt graceful before).

...and he looked like http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/neildarkstar/TESV%202015-05-25%2012-29-07-43_zpslajdis17.jpg.

The moral is that if clothes make the man, one should be careful about wearing stolen clothing, or karma might getcha, eh?