You feel uneasy about it, but you begin to make your way to the women's section. Along the way, you spot yourself in the mirror; you look like a fat mess, and your shaggy-yet-effeminate hair makes you look more like somebody who has just stumbled out from hibernation than anything. Getting yourself down again, you reach the women's section.
You find a wide selection of clothes that feel like they would feel a lot more comfortable than what you have constricting yourself now; Sweatpants, Jean-leggings, heck even a mumu would at least be easy to drape over yourself until you can figure out how to get yourself back in shape. You chuckle to yourself at the idea of wearing a dress like that, as you start your search for something you could at least explain away easily if you ran into somebody you knew.
You find a number of bottoms that ought to fit your current figure, but tops are going to be another story. A lot of these tops, even in the plus-sizes, still manage to show off an uncomfortable amount of skin. Either the necklines would plunge into your pudgy chest, or crop off well above your belly button. Maybe a dress wouldn't be such a terrible idea; at least with your hair you might be able to pull off the look.
Catching yourself in this train of thought, you shake your head and blink a little. "ok maybe I just need to pick something already and get a move on". There plenty of options here, but in the end you wind up going for...