“… I suppose I’ve always been curious about other types of clothing.”

Erica nodded, saying “Right, you’re probably hoping for something less skimpy.”

“Skimpy?” Angewomon tilted her head slightly, seemingly confused.

Leonard stuttered “Y-You know, ‘skimpy’? Like, when clothing shows a lot of skin?”

She nodded in turn, saying “Ah, I see. What’s wrong with that though?”

“I… you thought us having sex was gross, remember…?” he asked, confused.

A hand on her chin in thought, Angewomon scoffed “I don’t see how that’s related to ‘skimpy’ clothing, can you clarify your point some?”

Sighing, Lenny opened his laptop and held its screen in front of the eight-foot-tall Digimon on his couch, saying “Just look yourself up on the internet, with Safesearch off. You should understand what we’re getting at once you do.”

Shrugging, the unquestionably feminine but ostensibly non-gendered being dived into the device’s screen, making said screen glow a pinkish purple. It also started heating up in Leonard’s hands, so he gingerly placed it on the ground as unrenderable activity manifested on the computer’s display. It was like thousands of actions were carried out simultaneously, and the hardware was struggling to keep up.

“… should we put an ice-pack there or—?“

Interrupting Erica’s reasonable proposal, Angewomon tumbled onto the carpeted floor, prone and hyperventilating. “HOW IS THERE SO MUCH PORN OF ME!?” she shrieked in horror. The giant yet buxom lady started to ramble “I-I need to change, I have to c-cover myself, gimme a sweater! A-And sweatpants!” as she curled into a ball.

“S-Sorry for throwing you into the proverbial deep-end, I didn’t know you’d have such a bad reaction to it. Honestly I should’ve figured, it’s my bad.” Lenny stated as slowly and as calmly as he could manage. “Though… d-don’t take this the wrong way, but I d-dunno if we’ll be able to find clothes in your size. I think mostly ‘evil’ Digimon could do it, but… can you change to a more… ‘human-ey’ appearance? More realistic proportions?” he asked, as he draped a blanket he kept from college around the now-shivering Angewomon.

The cloth was able to cover her form, but only barely. The newly traumatized Digimon eventually muttered “… I can try.” before her body started to glow underneath the colorful fabric. Once the light died down, a more realistically sized blonde woman with blue eyes was in Angewomon’s place. She sighed “Well, now I’m not wearing anything. I’ve definitely shrunken though.”

Erica came over, telling her roommate “I’ll take it from here, Lenny.” as she led the human-form Angewomon to the shared bedroom where she kept her box of clothes. Interestingly, the morphed Digimon was still a bit taller than her, with a height of at least six feet and change.

Lenny decided to make some chicken nuggets while he waited, at least enough for three people. He wasn’t sure if the Cauldron mix was filling enough for the former Salamon, and the worst case scenario was that the leftovers could be tomorrow’s lunch.

Eventually, the two women returned, with Angewomon in a new (for her) outfit.