Mj walked out of the closet and stood in front of the mirror hanging on the outside of the door. The sweat pants were a little big so they hung low on her hips and that was perfectly fine, but the shirt Sam had given her was almost too small. It fit Mj like a second skin, the top consisted of two small strings holding it up causing the top of Mj’s chest to sit on show like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. Mj wrapped her arms around herself when
