You wake up as normal

You woke up as normal. Unfortunately, the same could not be said of the machine. Double unfortunately, the location coordinates had gotten corrupted. See, the machine had the ability to travel through both time and space, but just like how you were halfway between the modern day and the Old West, so were you stuck between your location in the future and the Old West, ending up somewhere in the Midwest, aka the Heartland. The machine had chosen to rematerialize inside of a house. You crawled to the door and vented the machine, collapsing in the middle of a bedroom.

When you awoke, you found that the bedroom was painted in a very ugly shade of turquoise. You quickly regained your bearings and rushed to the machine, which was utterly broken beyond repair with cracked screens, sparking wires and an engine that wasn't entirely there. Thankfully, the '50's just might have tech that can help you send a message to the future for help, but for the moment, you had to clear the machine out of this house. Thankfully, there didn't appear to be anyone inside at the moment.

Upon further reflection, you discovered that the couple that lived here was currently globetrotting, and not due to come back until 1955, so you could store the machine here until you figured out a new plan. As you turned on a light, you finally got a view of yourself in the mirror.

"Wow, I don't look great." you sighed.

Your medium-length hair was messy and covered in a smoky residue, and your clothes, apart from being modern, were also torn to shreds and dirty.

"First things first, a shower. I don't suppose this couple will mind." you reasoned and got into the shower, only finding a sweet, fruity/flowery smelling shampoo.

Once your were thoroughly clean, you tied a towel around your waist and started to come up with a game plan when the doorbell rang.

You slowly tiptoed to the front of the house and looked out into the peephole. There was a woman, a housewife by the look of her, standing out there with a man, presumably her husband.

"Hello? Marie? Are you in there?" the woman asked.

"Shit!" you thought to yourself. "There's no way I can explain this that looks good. Worst case, I get locked in an asylum and best case I go to jail for breaking and entering... Unless..."

You ran to the bedroom and opened the drawers and closet, trying to find a fitting suit, but whoever the husband was, he was much larger than you and his clothes were way too big. The only stuff that seemed to fit your size were the wife's clothes. But you couldn't wear them... right?

The knocking on the door got louder and louder as the husband started to suggest just calling the police. You had to act fast. What do you do?