Erika shuffled through her clothing to find something she could possibly put on. Eventually, she settled for a pair of jeans and a tanktop with a strawberry logo. She struggled furiously with her ensemble, but remembered that she was still missing underwear. Unfortunately, nothing would fit her here, no matter how hard she tried. Momentarily defeated, she decided to move to her mother's closet to locate something more suitable.
Inside, she shuffled around her drawer and eventually came out with a pair of conservative panties that fit her tightly. She slipped on whatever bra she could fit around her newfound breasts until she came upon a maternity pair that wasn't discarded. She struggled with the clasp a bit, never handling a bra before, until she got it closed and then began adjusting it. Feeling a new sense of decency and a great deal of comfort, she returned to her previous endeavor and began the trial of fitting into her old clothes.
At first, it wasn't much of a problem. The strawberry tank actually went on easily and stretched down to cover a fourth of her stomach and stayed. The pants, being made of denim, weren't so elastic, and while Erika somehow managed to find her way into them (not without discomfort), she couldn't bring herself to zip them up. Feeling exhausted enough from all the action, and being a psuedo-pregnant little girl, she tired out and hobbled out to the living room, to rest and watch some TV.