Daddy won’t permit Julie to do something like that.

“What do you mean ‘no clean clothes’ Julie?” Your father asks with a hint of surprise, “You didn’t pack anything?” You hadn’t considered what to wear heading home in all the excitement of the night before.

“I don’t have anything to wear sir.” You explain, showing Daddy your overnight bag. “I’ve only got men’s clothes packed. I was only planning to take a Basic pill and it should have worn off by now. Nothing I have will fit.” Indeed your clothing is fitted for your old body, one a foot taller and twice as heavy as you are now. You had always worn baggy clothes too so wearing them now would be like wearing a tent.

Your packed t-shirt is so large on your new body that it would be hanging off one of your shoulders to the elbow, or open enough in the front to give everyone a show. The waist of the jeans you brought make you look like the after picture on one of those scam weight loss photographs. The fit, or lack thereof, of your boxers is best left undescribed. Your sneakers are like clown shoes, looking as if someone had put marshmallows on your feet and flopping when you walk.

Wearing your dress from last night is out of the question, as it has stains visible even against the black fabric. Your underwear from last night is probably past recovery as well.

“I mean, I can borrow your belt sir, but it’s going to be obvious that those aren’t Julie’s clothes. And it would be a bad look for anyone from your company seeing me looking so… casual.” I joke weakly, trying to work out a solution.

Eventually Daddy decides that you'll just have to make do with your male form's attire and together the two of you will get a few sets of clothes on the way home.