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Chapter 8 by transplanter transplanter

What's next?

A sleeveless top and shorts.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

How odd. Is this an alternate uniform?" Elizabeth asked herself, holding the sleeveless top out in front of her. "It's unlike anything Minako or her friends wear, but it does bear the same insignia as the other uniforms. Clearly this is an acceptable choice."

Convinced that the odd outfit in the locker was a perfectly normal thing to wear to school, Elizabeth set about changing her outfit. To start, her hat and gloves would have to go. Iconic as they were to Elizabeth's style, they simply stood out too much and would risk compromising Elizabeth's disguise as a normal student. With a level of reverence humans normally reserved for holy relics, Elizabeth set her accessory clothing down inside the locker. With that done, the elegant blonde quickly undid the fastenings of her dress, the soft blue fabric pooling around her ankles.

"Hm, such a strange feeling." Elizabeth mused, standing there in the locker room with nothing on but her footwear and dark blue undergarments. "I've never been so disrobed before. At least not out here in the human world. It's... a little bit exhilarating."

Still, Elizabeth knew that she couldn't stay like this. So, the mysterious woman quickly pulled on the top and shorts, looking down to examine herself. The Gekkoukan High insignia on the right breast of the shirt would make it clear that she was supposed to be a student, at least. However, Elizabeth was quite curious about who this uniform truly belonged to. The top was unusually tight around Elizabeth's chest, so much so that the girl who wore it must have been almost completely flat! Of course, Elizabeth knew that humans were varied, and so she figured it was no big deal. Even the shorts, which felt a little snug on Elizabeth's womanly hips, were written off as belonging to a less endowed girl.

Had Elizabeth been more experienced with human customs, she might have realized that the problem was that she was wearing a boy's clothing. As it was, she simply shrugged off the unusual fit as a minor inconvenience. Now that she had procured a uniform, it should be easy to explore the school without being bothered.

Confident that her "disguise" wouldn't raise any eyebrows, Elizabeth left the locker room and her normal outfit behind, already planning to-

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