Resize a swimsuit

“It’s fine,” I repeated a little squeakily. “It’s… If I have to, I can, um, adjust it in the changing room.”

Her brow furrowed, and she regarded me with confusion.

“Adjust…”

Then, a look of comprehension slowly dawned over her face.

“Oh! You mean with your… Yeah. I guess someone as…versatile as you has some way of doing that, huh. I have to admit, though, I don’t think I’ve seen people using their…gifts for something so mundane, very often.”

“Arachne,” I mumbled as my answer. “And, um…yeah. So, as long as it’s close enough, I can just fix it myself.”