I stood in front of my closet staring at a wardrobe that was now actively hostile to my new body. Three weeks ago, this shit fit fine. Well, not fine. But at least everything buttoned.
Now? The blazers looked like I was wearing my dad's clothes. The shirts strained across my shoulders before hanging loose around my waist. My pants were a nightmare, too loose at the hips and threatening to slide off without a belt pulled uncomfortably tight.
The uniform was worse. The yellow dress shirt actually ripped yesterday when I reached for something on a high shelf. Just tore clean open at the shoulder seam like the fabric gave up on life.
I grabbed my phone and pulled up my credit balance.
Current Balance: 900 credits
My stomach dropped.
Wait. That wasn't right. I'd earned sixteen hundred from Wednesday's gate. Where the hell did seven hundred credits go?
Then I remembered.
