(Author's Note: I really liked this bit by the originating author of DMU. So I decided to go back and merge it with my branch of the same and follow Lydia for a bit longer before seeing about the others. I made some modifications so it wasn't an exact copy-paste. In this branch, Lydia is the first one to see her lower clothing change, but each of the others have other issues they are coping with, so everyone is having different problems.)
Back to Lydia...
“Better get dressed!” She said as she stood back up and grabbed her shorts from the counter. She went to pull them back on and froze. She held the shorts up and stared in disbelief. They had definitely shrunk since she had taken them off. Now she wouldn’t even be able to get her feet into the leg holes, let alone pull them up.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” She gasped.
“Nononono! Lydia muttered as she ran to her bedroom and started pulling clothes out from her wardrobe. Everything pair of jeans, skirts, leggings, the tights in her underwear drawer, and even the larger skirts she'd bought the previous day to hide her new member felt too constricted, even the larger items she'd bought the previous evening had seemingly shrunk. She sank to the floor, surrounded by the pile, frustrated. They definitely wouldn’t fit her now, a toddler maybe, or…
“Buster! C’mere boy!” She called as she sank to the floor amidst the pile of clothes. Within seconds he was plodding through the door and came over and sat next to her, his tail wagging through the hole in his panties. He surveyed the chaos of clothing around them and looked at her. He seemed to sense she was upset and patted her arm gently with his paw, watching her expectantly.
“Might as well take your pick, boy” Lydia sighed, “I’ve no doubt they’ll fit you perfectly” she added. Buster immediately started sniffing through the piles then gently grabbed a pair of white cotton panties that fallen out with the tights, and some yoga pants in his mouth. He trotted over and placed them on the floor before looking at her again.
“I really liked that outfit,” she sighed again. “Come on then, let’s get you dressed” she added, sighing. It made some sort of weird sense that she didn't really examine. She removed the panties he was wearing from yesterday, and slid on the new pair, followed by the yoga pants, which now fit him like a glove, including the new hole for his tail. It was a strange sight to see, a full grown woman naked from the waist down, kneeling next to a collie in tight fighting bottoms, if you looked you could even make out the pantie-line.
Here she was, stuck at home, unless she wanted to go out without anything on below the waist. But her dog had a wide variety of clothes, not that it helped. “I can’t go to work like this” she muttered,
"I think I'd better call out today," she remarked to the dog. "Or find someone to bring me something to wear." She grabbed her phone and called the school, informing them that she would make it in today, then started scrolling through her contacts for someone she could trust to do her some shopping. The trouble was she hadn’t really told anyone about what had happened, and planned on keeping it that way until she was back to normal.
She scrolled through her entire phone before admitting defeat and throwing her phone on the bed. She didn't want this spectacle to be seen by a single person.
“Fuck!” She yelled, “what am I supposed to do?” It was then she remembered that Dr. Michaels had told her to call if anything else happened. They'd probably want to poke and prod through the shrunken clothes, but at least they could bring her something to wear while they did it. She headed back to the living room and found the card with his phone number where she left it.
“What else can I do?” She said to Buster as she grabbed the card and dialed in the number. After she left a message, she sat down next to Buster and turned on the TV.
