Morda: You weren't dreaming of fish, you were a fish, idiot! Does that not explain why you are stark bloody naked?
—This Present Past, by Traci Harding
Sasquatch: Am I reading this climate wrong or are we in the tropics?
Jen Walters: Vision says we're in Florida.
Sasquatch: Good. Then I won't freeze my can off if I go human. Because I'll tell you, my friends... besides the unjust turn that my life has taken by putting me here... besides the threat that the person I love most in the world will burn to death if I don't succeed in completing my timeline... I am forever without a stitch of clothes any and every time I revert back from being Sasquatch.
—Exiles #12: Another Rooster In The Henhouse Part 1
About three minutes after he'd started the change, there was a completely normal Tobias, sitting naked on the end of my bed.
"I haven't figured out how to morph clothes yet, like Cassie," he said sheepishly. "Can I borrow some?"
—Animorphs #1: The Invasion
"That's a Canterbury uniform, all right. She ditched her clothes. What the hell?"
"She is a nutcase, remember. So yeah, keep your eyes open for a naked tween running around the trees..."
That was the last Patricia heard. She soared over her pursuers, higher and higher with her new friend by her side.
April spared a split second for a survey of the bridge. No longer did it resemble the hub of one of the Federation's most storied, most efficient ships. Instead, it had taken on the appearance of an undisciplined interspecies nursery. Children, and in some cases, infants now babbled and struggled within the confines of baggy clothing grown monstrously large for their tiny forms: naturally, the inorganic materials had not shrunk along with the crew members.
"My clothes don't fit."
— Pound, Space Jam
