
He needed new clothes. Clothes that were fresh and didn't have any "bad" memories associated with them.
The other issue was finding dresses, crop tops, and hotpants made to fit a stout male. Sure, he could get them enchanted or change his body to fit what he could find, but he was never one for conforming. In the end, the argument that won the best was that knowing how to make his own clothes was always a useful skill. Never knew when he'd return to the Narrow Reality and had to make do without magic.
So he arrived in a tailoring shop and walked down the aisles to see what he could get for a nice long summer dress. Perhaps some accessories to match it, if he was willing to spend more.