Return to the bedroom

Gerald has opened his closet, and is holding a white dress shirt. You are petite enough that the shirt looks long enough to reach to your mid-thighs. It buttons down the front.

“Put this on,” Gerald orders.

You put on the shirt. It seems a pretty scant covering, no more than a micro-dress, but you are grateful for anything to cover your nakedness. You wonder, however, how you are going to get back to your “own” apartment. You cannot appear in public like this! If nothing else, this has an opening in the front, and the bottom button is only just past your crotch. Just walking will cause the gap to open and reveal your nakedness underneath!

“Go to the kitchen, get some scissors, and return here,” Gerald says ominously. You don't like the sound of that; you don't want scissors anywhere near this meager covering! Yet you obey.