Carol shows up at the door

As the sun streamed into the bedroom through the opaque curtains, you slowly stirred awake. There was a momentary bout of shock as you remembered the situation that you now found yourself in. Once you worked past it, you decided that today's plan would be to venture out and try to find a job. Before getting dressed, you decided to take another look at the machine. As you tried once more to get the machine to go into boot mode, (which would allow you to access your historical database) the doorbell rang. You rushed to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Carol again, perfectly made up with her hair, dress and makeup looking immaculate. How does a a woman this nosy have time to spend on making herself look good? She rang the doorbell once more.

"Just a minute!" you shouted as you rushed into the bedroom.

The doorbell ringing only got more frantic, and eventually, you settled on grabbing a white, silky housecoat with a design of blue flowers printed on it. You pulled it over yourself and tied it off, rushing back to the door.

"Carol!" you exclaimed. "What are you doing here? I wasn't too loud again, was I?"

"Oh, nothing of the sort. I was just thinking that if you're going to be living here, we should get to know each other. I'm very close with your landlord, after all." Carol said.

"Of course..." you replied.

"How would you like to come over for lunch?" Carol asked.

"I... I really shouldn't." you said.

"I insist. Come by at twelve." Carol said.

"All right..." you sighed as Carol started to walk back to her house.

You walked back inside and shut the door, locking it. You really shouldn't go over, since the more you interact, the more you risk polluting the timeline, and you've already changed enough, but on the other hand, you can't let anyone get suspicious. You'd have to go to lunch.

You glanced at a clock, five minutes to. You went into the bedroom took off the housecoat, turning your attention to the clothes you wore the previous day.

Unfortunately, unlike the previous day, you weren't going to be able to go commando again, so you hesitantly picked up a pair of panties. Not because they were women's clothing and you found that strange, but because modern panties, and 50's style panties were extremely different in material and style. You'd never seen a pair of these "granny panties" in person before, only in movies.

You slid them up your legs and followed them with the capris. Once you had the blouse on, you brushed your hair back slightly and squeezed into the pair of flats, which was by far the tightest fit of all the footwear you had tried. Hell, for comparison's sake, you even tried one of the pairs of heels, and even those fit better. But these would work for now.

You left the house, having located a spare key inside the bedroom, and locked the door behind you, slipping the key into a pocket. After taking a deep breath, you headed over to Carol's.