Yes, but with some changes

Monica looked at her clothes and didn't know whether to laugh or scream. This must be more of Aurora's idea of fun because there was no way both pieces of clothing could change so much and so differently in the same washing machine.

The skirt couldn't be called a skirt anymore it was basically a dark cloth belt. Pulling it up her legs she looked at herself in the mirror, despairing at what she saw, even resting in the cradle of her hips the skirt wasn't long enough to cover her pussy lips. Even now she could see them, pink and opening like flower petals from the thorough rubbing her gym 'shorts' had given them.

If she hadn't known this was Aurora's doing she would have thought it was lucky that her sweater had instead stretched. How the zipper somehow stretched perfectly as well she didn't have to wonder. She should've known that Aurora wasn't done with her yet.

Letting out a deep sigh she made do with what she was given. Pulling on the sweater that was surely longer but of course stopped stretching right at the lower level of her pale cheeks, she pulled down what was left of the skirt to cover the gap.

Turning round and round in front of the mirror she was slightly mollified as it looked like she had on a regular if short skirt under a long sweater. With her dark hair and makeup hopefully nobody would question her outfit and discover that her lower cheeks and pussy were covered by only about 2 inches of skirt material right below the hem of the sweater.