You sigh to yourself, thinking you’re gonna have to find and steal some clothes you find laying around outside. Hoping to at least cover yourself, you throw on a tee and some boxers, using safety pins to keep them tied around your waist. You do the same with some PJs and decide to head to the easiest place to get some free clothes, the laundromat. You walk down the street to a local laundromat and eye the crowd a bit. No one you know is in there and the security is asleep. You carefully peek inside the few dryers to see if there are any panties and bras left over. The last one you check has a black lace front on some red satin panties. You do a sniff check and consider them clean enough as you put them on. It’s a good thing there’s no one paying attention to you, at least now you have proper bottoms on. Unfortunately, you were left without a bra, but you would have to make do as you checked the washers. Someone left a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra inside the wash (they smelled kinda mildewed), but they seemed a little too small for you. You shrug and put some quarters into the machine and wash them anyway. You think to yourself while they are washing about your transformation, how good it felt, why you are still normal now, what causes the change, and things like these. There’s a buzzer that alerts you that the clothes are done washing as you immediately move them to the dryer. You check to see if the security is up thanks to that loud buzzer. You sigh, he’s a log right now. Once they dry, you slide the new outfit on, with the loose shirt you look like a presentable female. You walk away before you chance him waking up and asking questions.
After all that, you clutch your stomach in pain as you hear the loudest growl. It’s now noon and you haven’t eaten since you’ve transformed. Just when you think about what to get…