Maybe as accessories

Monica could only stand and stare at the two scraps of fabric in her hands. They could only be called scraps for how useless they were. She felt tears glisten at the corner of her eyes as she saw both pieces of clothing shrunk to almost comical sizes.

This outfit wouldn't look out of place on a doll, it definitely could do nothing to cover her.

Closing her eyes in determination, she told herself that she would get through it. Aurora thought she could break her but Monica had survived being shunned after she came back after summer break wearing dark clothes and makeup.

She'd find a way. There was no way she could wear her gym clothes, not only were they sweaty but they were too revealing. She just needed to think about how she would get some clothes, she needed to find a woman who wasn't Aurora to help her out. But who?