I slid into the orange jumpsuit and sealed it tight all the way to my neck. Then came the dreaded over-tunic. We didn’t know what the stripes meant to the aliens. Were they random? Did they denote rank or family group? With my luck, the pattern printed here would be a grave insult or something. I didn’t see the point of wearing it. No clothing existed in the universe that would fool anyone into thinking I was a varoolian woman. Even though I was a decent height, they’d been taller, more heavily muscled, and certainly not as curvy as I was.
