April's POV
I was changed and ready to go. Whilst I'd been in the best bath of my life Erin, who was the Gama's mate had dropped in a selection of clothes. More clothes than I actually owned. Or rather than I had ever owned. Right now I had jeans and a "nice top" to my name as well as a completely impractical pair of stiletto shoes. My "death row" uniform. I would chuck the lot as soon as I got the chance.
Erin was probably a couple of inches taller than me but that wasn't going to make too much difference to what I could wear. She'd left me sweats and t-shirt's, although these were the skin tight variety rather than what you'd usually wear for a day on the sofa. Shorts and vest tops, again not the shorts I was used to, I liked knee length Erin appeared to prefer ass length. The
