“What? No, no, no! This isn’t your fault,” Kamala said looking over at the clothes. “I’m the one who turned into a sloth. Again.”

Kamala then let out a groan. “Right in the middle of homecoming. God. I’m sorry. I ruined everything.”

But now Kamala had noticed the Squishy and she was now stuck in a battle between her modesty and putting on clothes or grabbing the Squishy.

So many important decisions right now.