Jen stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hands resting protectively on her ever-expanding belly. Her clothes strained under the weight of her magical pregnancy, leaving her feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious. The sight of herself in the mirror only emphasized the predicament she found herself in.
Feeling defeated, she sighed and decided to head to the lost and found section of the campus. Maybe, just maybe, she could find something that would fit her growing form. With a mix of hope and trepidation, she made her way through the bustling hallways, glancing around to ensure nobody would see her in this state.
Upon reaching the lost and found, Jen began rummaging through the assorted clothing items. Most were clearly stained or way too small, but she remained determined to find something that could accommodate her expanding belly. After sifting through a few items, she stumbled upon a tennis skirt with an elasticated waistband. Though it wasn't her style, the elastic waistband seemed like a potential solution to her problem.
Tugging the tennis skirt over her swollen belly, she felt a sense of relief as it stretched to accommodate her expanding size. However, the snug fit caused the skirt to ride up, giving her a bit of a wedgie. Jen cringed, realizing that this was not the most comfortable solution, but at least it covered her adequately.
Undeterred, she continued searching and soon came across a Doctor Who shirt. Its vibrant blue color caught her eye, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of its inscription: "Bigger on the inside." Jen held it up against herself, knowing that it was a size too small. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to give it a try. In the end, she figured it was worth a shot and decided to squeeze into it.
As she struggled to slip the shirt over her bulging belly, Jen's face twisted in a mixture of discomfort and determination. After a few moments of wrestling with the fabric, she managed to get it on, although it was undeniably snug. The shirt clung to her body, accentuating her prominent baby bump.
Though it was far from an ideal outfit, Jen had no other options. She adjusted the tennis skirt as best she could, making sure it covered her modestly, and then turned to face the mirror once again. Despite the less-than-perfect ensemble, she couldn't help but smile at her reflection. There was a sense of resilience in her eyes, a determination to make the best of her situation