I found a maternity store and threw whatever I found in roughly my size into the dimensional space, next to the other few rails of clothing that were now utterly useless for me, but would be one day. That's if I don't get too fat, having babies did that, didn't it?
I sighed again, lamenting my future as a mother, and browsed the maternity lingerie section, throwing whatever I saw in my size regardless of whether I liked it or not.
Selecting an outfit from my space in the end I found a bathroom and was pleased to see the tap still run, though slowly.
I washed up, tossing the dirty clothes into the trashcan, that stunk up the room, and putting on the new maternity undies and skinny jeans, I paused for a moment standing sideways facing the bathroom mirror in the dim sunlight from the narrow bathroom window.
