Pick up the white fabric

At last, the women received their final command… “Put on your robes.”

The women were again confused, until one after another, they realized the tiny cloth hanging from the hook was actually a thin robe. They slipped them on.

“All right, come on out, ladies, let’s see the new you!”

The women emerged uncertainly. The skimpy white, nearly see-through robes were almost too small for even the most petite of them. For the bigger women, the barely-there garments could hardly contain their assets.

“Look at you!” Angela said. “Don’t you all look gorgeous? With clothes like that, who needs anything more?"

Confessional interviews:

Georgie: "You expect me to fit into this? I’m spilling out the top AND the bottom. The jiggly cleavage is bad enough, but it barely covers my butt!" The confessional camera pointed downward to take in her zaftig body. The small robe rode up on her body, leaving the bottom curve of her buttocks completely exposed.

Vivian: "Y’all are seeing this, right? My nipples are showing right through!"

Brenna: "Did she say who needs anything more? Is this the only thing we’ll be wearing from now on?"

Gwen: (smiling) “This isn't bad… It's kinda cute.”

Libby: “Um… Yeah, totally fine with this.” Her breasts pushed heavily against the thin material covering them, threatening exposure at any second.

Haylee: "At least mine fits okay… but I can feel air coming in everywhere…"

Sharon: "My husband keeps trying to get me to wear something like this, and I said no. Well Gary, I hope you’re happy!"

Chrissy: ”Just gotta put a positive spin on this…”

Sadie: "You call this a robe?" she said, tugging at the collar of her skimpy garment. "I’ve seen bigger cocktail napkins." Then, she suddenly pulled the front of it open, flashing her breasts, and closed it again. "Give the people what they want," she winked. “Million dollars, here I come.”

Anais: “Zis robe doesn't hide much, does it? Eet ees quite cozy, zough…”

Penelope: (looking directly into the camera) "…as we strip ourselves physically, may we bare our truths and shed light upon societal norms surrounding female…" (cut off)

Naomi: It’s a little revealing, isn’t it?

Kiki: It’s a little concealing, isn’t it?

Jane was so tall and curvy that, not only did the robe barely contain her breasts, but it also rode up her butt so high that it spread open at the bottom in front, and left a bit of her red pubic hair exposed.

Jane: "This is completely unacceptable."

The women stood there, lined up in their too-small robes. They looked trepidatious about what was going to happen next. Since coming here, they had lost their phones, their clothes, and all of their belongings. They were in an unfamiliar place, barefoot and practically naked, being led around from one place to another, with no clue what was going on. They felt like somebody else’s playthings now, someone with absolute power over their lives.

The host smiled at them, “Now, I have one more surprise for you.” The camera panned across the women's faces, catching their expressions of dread about what the next revelation could possibly be…

Angela threw a set of wooden double doors open. Behind them, there was what looked like an entire boutique clothing shop. There were racks on racks of clothes, a wall of shoes, and all kinds of accessories. The women stared in amazement, disbelief, or delight at the sight before them.

“It’s shopping day, ladies!” she said. “You all get to pick your new wardrobes! Anything you want to wear, get it from here. Let me show you.”

In addition to everything else in the store, there was a small checkout counter with a cashier standing behind it. On the counter, there was what appeared to be a weird combination of a cash register and a piggy bank.

Angela walked to the counter, reached underneath, and pulled out a large velvet bag. She stuck her hand inside and pulled out a big handful of decorated plastic tokens. She held up one for everyone to see. It had a large “1” stamped on it.

“These are coins,” she said. “They’re used to buy everything you need on this show. Everyone gets a hundred coins to spend on their wardrobe.”

Several assistants walked in carrying velvet bags identical to the one Angela was holding, except each was embroidered with one of the women’s names. The staffers handed the appropriate bag to each contestant.

“All right, let’s get to it! Buy whatever you want… but remember, these are the only clothes you’ll have, so make them count.”

The screen played a shopping montage of the women picking out clothes and trying them on.

Vivian: does a little dance. Mm girl, treat yo self!

Haylee: hashtag fashion goals!

Chrissy: I’m trying to keep it professional. Business casual, company picnic, that sort of thing.

Sadie: I’m gonna be the best-dressed naked girl on this show!

Georgie: Do these pants make my butt look big?

Anais: Do zese pants make my butt look small?

Macie: I don’t know, all these clothes are a little too girly.

Brenna: I’m just glad to be wearing clothes again.

An assistant stood behind the “checkout counter,” checking the oversized price tags fixed to the clothes and dropping the women’s coins into the slot in the register. At last, the women had sizeable personal wardrobes, including everyday wear, evening attire, swimsuits, and pajamas. They all chose an ensemble to wear out. Then, groups of staffers bagged the rest of their clothes, collected the coin pouches, and carried them all away.

“Congratulations, ladies!” Angela said. “You all look great!” Angela said. “Now… let me show you the rest of this place.”