Changing while driving
My now wife would routinely change clothes in the car, on the way from her work to yoga classes.
She'd stop a one red light, and remove her jeans, and drive in her knickers to the next red light, then put her yoga pants on. I was never in the car with her, although one day I met up with her at work and drove behind her to yoga. Never saw anything though. Just that she got in the car in one set of clothes, and arrived in another.
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