Two outfits, but one is not ideal...

Caitlin had found one pair of denim shorts and a tube top, making a complete (though rather slutty) outfit. Besides that she had... a tutu?

"What the hell is that?" Roxy asked, pointing at the tutu.

"These were laying on the floor in the living room, not sure why." Caitlin explained. I would've kept looking, but someone turned on a light and I had to run."

"Well, I'm not wearing the tutu!" Roxy scoffed. She was a rebellious, chain smoking punk rocker, she wasn't going to wear a pink frilly tutu! "Give me those!" She reached out and snagged the tube top and shorts. She slipped the shorts on. They were far too big for her, but she managed to gingerly balance them on her narrow hips. Then she put the tube top on. It was even larger, comically baggy of her B cup bust.

Roxy stood for a moment, before both items fell off her.

"EEP! DAMNIT!" She yelped, covering herself.

"Sorry, they look to small for you." Caitlin picked them up. "But, they might fit me..." She slipped on the clothes. Sure enough, they fit her large, fit and curvy form. In fact they were shockingly tight, clinging to her breasts with her nipples poking through, the shorts hugging her muscular butt. Of course they fit her, Roxy groused. Miss perfect body, once more proving how superior she was to skinny little Roxy!

"But... that means... I have to wear... THIS?!" Roxy grabbed the tutu in horror....