Learning a Lesson Part 11 (Patreon)

Maisie was going to have words with those damn scientists.

The pay cheque became less and less appealing the more she garbed herself. Inside the lost and found tub there was a skirt that looked like it might fit. It likely wasn't a perfect pairing for the sports shirt but those kinds of details didn't matter. With a pronounced grown, the adult woman stepped her bare feet inside the schoolgirl's skirt and reluctantly dragged it up her form. She'd be going commando, as it were - her actual underwear was far from a good fit at her new stature.

As the skirt reached her hips, it sagged more than she would have liked, but by rolling the top of it over once, it hugged her hips well enough. Part of her didn't even want to look herself over now that she was dressed, the young woman buried her pride and took in the sight of her attire.

There was thing she knew for certain.

This was humiliating.

Her scaled down form meant that clothes designed for kids sat oddly on her frame, but sat they did. It was an improvement over having to hold her clothes against her like a towel.

Once Maisie was home, she'd write a very strongly worded email, draw a bath and try to forget any of this ever happened.

Still, her bare feet were a bit distracting and so the woman searched the tub for something that might fit. As luck would have it, she found a pair of velcro shoes that looked like they must belong to one of the kids from the youngest year. Once those were on, her disguise would be complete.

With a sigh, the woman told herself that it really couldn't get more embarrassing than this.