It's a tremendously queer outfit. The skirts feel like nothing, especially after Susan removes her nylons. The hem of the shorts sewn into the skirts brushes against the marks left by her garters, but this, too, feels light and airy. The top is another matter entirely. Even though it's ostensibly in her size - and she does retrieve an option in the next size up to confirm - it fits rather poorly as constructed, both with and without a brassiere underneath it. Eventually Susan settles for jerking the closet door open again, now that she knows what the top ought to look like, until it yields a mostly-identical one with a lace-up front that she finds a little more accommodating; this she wears over her brassiere, then folds her dress and nylons and carries them all back across the hall, her shoes in her other hand.