A shirt and shortalls.

Sam wasn't allowed to dress herself while she was at home, so she had to robotically raise her arms and her legs and a whole bunch of other stuff while Kristen swapped out her pajamas with daytime clothes. She put her in a baby-pink t-shirt with Hello Kitty over her chest and a set of shortalls.

The shortalls they had gotten her weren't all that different from the kind a woman her age would wear, at least not entirely. The front had pockets, but they had various iron-on decorative patches with flowers and ladybugs all over it. The leggings felt tight around her thighs, the fabric held together with metal snaps that were meant to open up to streamline the diaper-changing process.

While Kristen was tugging on the leggings to ensure that everything was in order, Sam looked at herself in a nearby mirror and was mortified. She looked like a toddler.

"And the final touch," said Kristen before she stuck a pink pacifier into Sam's mouth. She didn't spit it out, but she didn't suck on it either.

Scratch that, now she looked like a toddler.