jean shorts and a tank top

Dennis considered for a moment. Then, he wished for Lauren's clothes he'd chosen. They appeared in his hand. He'd grown so used to his powers he wasn't even startled. He carried this back to his car and smirked in amusement as he saw Lauren, his crush and former bully, curled up in the front seat, hiding from the pedestrians passing by before she noticed him and blushed.

He handed her the clothes. Eagerly Lauren sprang up to get dressed. She frowned as she looked at what appeared to be skimpy shorts and a tank top.

"I had to guess your size." Dennis explained.

Sighing, Lauren pulled on the shorts. They were daisy duke cuttoffs. She groaned as she struggled to pull them over her legs, and then the real task: getting them over her massive backside. She blushed furiously, feeling her body jiggle. She managed to latch the clasp, but was horrified to see her belly squeezed up over the top of the shorts.

Hurriedly she put on the tank top. This covered her bra, but stopped well above her belly button. Oh god, her gut was hanging out! And she'd put on weight somehow! She never would have worn clothes like this normally! At least she was dressed, though this offered little comfort to her.

"Well Lauren?" Dennis asked. "Since you don't want to go home, how shall we spend the afternoon?"