Can she wear anything?

The skirt and bra works

She walked in front of a mirror, hoping to use it to see how she looks. First she put on the bra, certain that it wouldn't count. She had little experience wearing one, but when she finally remembered how to put it on she looked at herself in the mirror. It was cute and green and frilly. And tight. TOO tight. She could feel it digging in and hoped it wouldn't be too much of a problem until she could find a better fit.

Next she grabbed the skirt. It was plain and brown, but it'd have to do. She wrapped it around her waist and glanced back at the mirror. It barely made it past her crotch. She frowned, worried that it wouldn't cover enough, and gently teased it down, seeing how far it could go while still staying on. She wondered why she even had something so small, but she got it to sit and cover at least some of her thighs. As long as she didn't bend over, no one would see her bare arse.

She glanced down at her bare feet. They were pretty conspicuous, so she was hoping she could come up with something. Boots and socks were forbidden, but... maybe sandals? She found a pair and tossed them on and, luckily enough, they didn't disappear, either.

Now she just had to figure out how to live the rest of her life like this.