The Full Dress Uniform Undressing

Finding the will to go to school the next day was not easy for Kasumi. Finally having access to her clothes was certainly a relief, but the humiliation was still fresh. It didn't help that Mishima appeared to have done exactly as he had claimed. Everywhere Kasumi went she could feel people staring, leering and laughing at her. Despite being fully dressed it was clear everyone was looking down on her. Supposedly everyone in the city now had a subconscious memory of her being naked and embarrassed. She knew everyone around her could picture her completely naked and felt many doing just that as she passed by. She did take some comfort in actually being dressed once again, of course. Kasumi was always a studious honor student who made a point of arriving dressed to the nines despite the dress code being less strict at Shujin than other schools in Japan. But now she took a new level of pleasure in riding the subway dressed fully in her black shoes, stockings, plaid skirt (the longest she owned!), suspenders over a white dress shirt and black ribbon around her neck, and of course the outer black and red jacket sporting the school logo on the breast. In short, Kasumi was determined to enjoy the 'full dress' part of her full dress uniform to the utmost!

Despite that, making her way through the subway was no easy task. Memories of Mementos came often, and the crowds filled her with tension and shame. She clutched her bookbag to her as if to hide her chest, while keeping her legs pressed tightly together in prim and proper fashion, and her eyes constantly on alert. But her caution was thrown to the wind when she saw a familiar sight. Ann and Makoto stood side by side, their backs to the freshman, their own postures rigid and filled with the same anxiety going through her. With a smile, the red head began to slink closer, mimicking her 'ambush' of Joker in the Hawaiian giftshop. Forming her hands into the approximation of claws, Kasumi crept closer and closer.

"Ko-ni-chi-WA!" Kasumi cried, darting forward and pinching her two recent lovers on the butt.

The response was dramatic. Kasumi immediately found an iron grip on her shoulder and Makoto's fist rearing back to strike, while Ann spun around ready to attack with her bookbag like a morning star.

"Eep!!" Kasumi cried as the pair glared at her a moment.

"...Kasumi?" Ann whispered.

"Yoshizawa-chan?" Makoto asked uncertainly.

"G-good morning, Senpais!" Kasumi stuttered.

The pair slowly relaxed from their fighting stance. Kasumi let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sorry to surprise you both." She said softly.

"No, no. Just...really jumpy." Ann said.

"Apologies. It took a moment to recognize you. I'm not used to...." Makoto began.

"Yeah, I didn't realize it was even...umm..." Ann paused.

"....the two of you didn't recognize me with my clothes on." Kasumi said in realization, blushing hotly.

To her shame, Kasumi realized that aside from a brief introduction in Hawaii and a few fleeting passes in the school hallway the pair of girls had never meaningfully interacted with her until two days ago, and she had been entirely or mostly naked throughout most of their encounters!

"...Sorry." The pair said at the same time, returning her blush.

"No, its fine. Nothing about this situation is normal." Kasumi said, looking apologetic. "And its just as well. I've seen you both in and out of your clothes so often I'd know you both anywhere."

Now it was Ann and Makoto's turn to blush, remembering Kasumi's confessed acts of stalking and voyuerism in the weeks leading up to the Mementos encounter. A long, awkward silence stretched between the three. Ann finally glanced left and right then dove into her book bag.

"Crepe??" She asked, holding up the dessert as a peace offering.

"....Senpai, I love you!" Kasumi whispered in awe. "I really shouldn't, but...ummm, would you like a rice ball?"

"Oh my god, yes!" Ann said enthusiastically.

"Sorry for the limited selection. I only had time to make about fifty before I left this morning. I usually don't go to school with such a small helping." Kasumi said apologetically.

"Fifty is a small...?" Makoto said as she glanced between the two girls happily munching on their respective snacks, eyes closed and faces beaming brightly from the tasty treats. "I swear, my worst nightmare of the two of you associating with each other is that one of you will pick up the other's overeating or sugar addiction habit and be driven into a diabetic coma in less than a week."

"Mmbammmfuuuu!" The pair protested, their mouths filled with half chewed food.

"Yes, thank you. A very valid counterargument. Well said." Makoto deadpanned.

"Awww, don't be that way, Mako-chan. Its cute. Let them bond over it." Haru whispered, encircling Makoto from behind.

"Haru!" Makoto gasped.

"Good morning." Haru said, offering a kiss to the blushing president.

"Wha! Hey!" Makoto said, stumbling back.

"Feeling shy?" Haru teased. "Or does our busy little student council president not even have time for a kiss."

"We're in public!" Makoto hissed, blushing like mad.

"Oh? How odd. I seem to recall a very different response from you when we were doing much more risque things in public before..." Haru asked snidely.

"All right, look. This has been a long, humiliating couple of days for all of us! Whether we...do more of those sorts of things in the future aside, we could all use a little normality for a bit before making that decision! No metaverse, or phantom thieves, or humiliating stripteases! Just all of us being normal highschool students for a little while." Makoto declared.

"So no afternoon trysts with Joker on the roof?" Haru asked.

"Sorry to disappoint you." Makoto said, self consciously crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"So your free for lunch!" Haru asked with a smile.

"What? I..." Makoto stuttered, her mind racing to find an excuse.

Kasumi snickered to herself. Despite her best efforts it seemed the class president had just walked right into a trap laid by her fellow senior. She suspected Makoto would find herself wrapped up in a host of date nights before long no matter what she said. Not that she was fighting especially hard to avoid such entanglements. As much as she wanted to respect her recent lover's call for space and boundaries she couldn't help but notice that Makoto herself appeared to be looking for excuses to dive right back into the midst of the strange little harem they were building.

"Fine. I have no objection to lunch. But that's all that's happening!" Makoto stammered.

"Of course. You need time to sort out your thoughts. And I need time to recover from our last encounter. I can be patient. Especially when it comes to the most beautiful butt in the Phantom Thieves. I'll just bide my time making plans for what I'll do with it when the next time I have a chance." Haru said, her hungry smile making the normally steely student council president pale slightly

"Haru-chan, behind that cheerful smile you might be the most terrifying member of the group." Joker whispered.

The quartet turned around to see the dark haired boy standing close by, regarding them all behind his false lenses. For a moment Kasumi was struck about some inexplicable difference in the boy. He seemed...taller, and much more solidly built than before. Then it clicked. Her sensei habitually took pains to reduce his physical presence in public, hunching his shoulders, stooping to appear smaller and thinner. As quick as he was to intervene and interject himself when people seemed in distress he instinctively tried not to stand out in a crowd when his sense of justice was not pushing him. But not today. He was walking with poise and confidence now, a subtle but welcome change in manners. Was he started to find his footing again after being injured by the world?

Kasumi suddenly blushed crimson when the thought struck her. Surely this wasn't a side effect of seeing her naked! His confidence wouldn't improve so dramatically...right? Spending a night dominating a group of unbelievably embarrassed, incredibly horny naked school girls was no doubt a dream come true, but countering the trauma of his past experiences surely wasn't so simple! And it...Kasumi blanched as her mind mulled over the issue. Yes, he had helped her get through this year plagued with grief and stress. Yes, she wanted and needed to return that favor. But this surely...surely wasn't the way! Humiliation and **** public nudity? No, no, no. Her Senpai's scars would not be healed so easily. And subjecting herself to continual embarrassment in the name of helping him was completely absurd and out of the question!

...Right?

"Ren!" The other girls chorused, pulling Kasumi out of her embarrassing, erotic thoughts.

Joker smiled, giving a brief wave before gingerly pulling his left hand from behind his back. To everyone's astonishment his hand was grasping the trembling hand of Futaba as he carefully coaxed her from her hiding place behind him and lead her to the other girls. Like the other girls she was dressed painstakingly formally in the Shujin Academy uniform.

"Hey..." She said awkwardly, staring at the floor with an intense blush.

"Futaba-chan? What are you doing here?" Makoto asked.

"Goin' school. Sojiro made me." Futaba muttered, downcast.

"He called the school this morning and made some sort of arrangement." Joker said.

"He said I could go to school or work at the shop again. And I'd only be allowed to wear clothes if I went to school." Futaba whispered, blushing.

Makoto paused, a grimace spreading across her face. "No. That isn't acceptable. I'll talk to him myself. I don't care what mind games he's been subjected to by the metaverse. Sojiro Sakura still cares about you. We just need to talk to him. Once he understands how traumatizing this would be for you-"

"If I can make it through what happened in Mementos I can make it through this!" Futaba said, suddenly adamant.

"Futaba, you don't have to-"

"Yes, I do. This is the next step, you know? This is the next promise I made to myself. I was planning to come back to school next year anyway. S-sure, I wanted more time to level up first, but I can do this!" Futaba said.

Makoto crossed her arms, her face pinched up and looking to the side, her foot tapping anxiously as she thought.

"Queen, I don't like it either, but I need to try at least! This isn't the first level I've played on hard mode, okay?" Futaba snapped.

Makoto sighed and walked up to the younger girl. Idly she adjusted the black ribbon of the school uniform. "All right. If your certain. But if you think your feeling ill or starting to panic, you text me right away. I doubt the school will take issue with the president helping a student transition back into a student life."

"Okay, mom." Futaba muttered.

"Hmph. I admit I miiight be feeling a tad more protective than usual since we got out of Mementos..." Makoto said.

Futaba blushed. "N-not like I don't appreciate it...and I am a little worried how things will go without my key item there."

Joker nodded. "If they'd let me I would stay with you, but the school isn't eager to let a delinquent into the freshman class."

"I'll be there." Kasumi said softly.

All eyes turned towards her.

"The principal mentioned something about it the first day I arrived. My homeroom has a student that is on indefinite leave due to health circumstances. I think you and I are in the same class. And I know I'm hardly a replacement for senpai but...!" Kasumi said.

"But my brain thinks of you like a spare key item anyway." Futaba finished. "Yeah, I think that can work. You don't give off the same vibes as Ren, but you both don't give up on people. And you both look good in a trench coat."

Kasumi blushed, and nodded. "We'll get each today together!"

Joker smiled. "And on that note..."

"Yeah yeah. Go have your little meeting with the boys." Futaba said in mock outrage.

"Your sure you'll be-"

"Shoo shoo. I'll be fine. And its better if you explain things to the others. If one of us tries to have that conversation it will end with us chickening out and running away or Ryuji and/or Yusuke doing or saying something dumb and getting smacked. Just try to leave out as many of the embarrassing parts as possible, okay?" Futaba said.

Joker nodded his agreement, waving to the others before heading for an outgoing train bound for whatever meet up spot the male phantom thieves had arranged in advance. Futaba glanced at the others.

"Sooooo...not that I'm not happy to see everyone gathered together here or anything but...any reason you guys haven't hopped on the train to Shujin already?" Futaba asked.

All the girls blushed. The question was, of course, rhetorical. The memories of their humiliating train ride through Mementos were still fresh and vivid in their minds. Being tied up and used as the helpless naked plaything for the forbidden sexual desires of a city tens of millions of people was not easily forgotten. Even now the girls blushed and squirmed, hugging themselves and crossing their legs as the memory of a thousand shadows touching and playing with their bodies resurfaced.

"Its just a train. A normal, everyday subway train. We aren't in the metaverse and no one is going to humiliate us." Makoto whispered, trying to reassure herself and the others.

"Normal, everyday subway trains in this city can get pretty gropey all by themselves." Futaba said. "And Mishima dialed up the perveriness in this city to 11!"

"We'll just take the most empty car we can find and find a corner to sit in where no one can take us by surprise. I'm sure it will be fine." Makoto said.

"I'd offer to give all of you a limo ride but until my father's heart changes I can't be sure my fiancee won't be present and that would be much worse." Haru said.

"I mean, it should be relatively fine as long as we stay on this side of reality, right? Mishima may have humiliated us in the metaverse but he doesn't have any power over here." Ann said.

The girls paused as an audible 'ding' of a text message popped up on their phones. Kasumi quickly produced her phone and the other girls crowded around, assuming Joker must have forgotten something.

Instead, the text simply read "Are you sure about that?"

Suddenly a dark, purple haze seemed to descend on the area, rippling slightly like a mirage.

"Please tell me one of you just accidentally triggered the MetaNav..." Makoto whispered.

The ping of another text appeared on the screen. "Now I do approve of Futaba's footwear. Those big stomping black boots are kind of sexy. The rest of you...we can do better."

The world seemed to ripple slightly. Kasumi winced, recognizing the distortion that marked the transition from the real world into the other. But nothing seemed to happen...except her perspective seemed to 'grow' slightly. To her astonishment she realized her height had shifted. After a moment she realized that her simple black shoes had been replaced by a pair of black stiletto heels akin to the sort Tae Takemi was fond of wearing. Without even moving the angle of her feet and body had 'adjusted' to fit seamlessly into the new shoes as if she had been wearing them the entire time! Ann, Haru and Makoto were all sporting similar footwear.

"Excellent. Now as for the rest of your uniform..." said a new text.

Kasumi paused, then hurled her cell phone away from her with all her might, aiming for the train tracks. But the air around the object seemed to distort in the midst of its journey, and it vanished. A moment later a new distortion, and Kasumi blushed as she suddenly felt her smart phone suddenly tucked lasciviously into the folds of her panties, the cool glass pressing snuggly against her pussy lips! Kasumi gasped in horror as it started to buzz aggressively against her inner folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. With her stoking on extricating the device was more complicated than it would otherwise. She attracted several snickers and lewd stares as she desperately clawed under her skirt for a full minute trying to retrieve the device.

Kasumi stood trembling in humiliation, blushing furiously as she produced a handkerchief from her bookbag and wiped off the cell phone now covered in her juices. The text read "Can't get ride of me that easily."

"This...this isn't happening!" Ann said, as if saying so could stop the unfolding events. "The app doesn't work like that! It draws everything in a certain radius into the metaverse, even bystanders! It sucked me into Kamoshida's Palace when I was several feet away from Joker and Ryuji!"

The text appeared. "I've been tinkering with it. Made a few adjustments. Now I can take off or add new items or equipment as I like. I can even target specific items of clothing. Incidentally, those leggings of yours are stylish, but I never liked them as much as bare thighs. Also, those jackets are a little bulky. And of course I'm not a fan of underwear under the best of circumstances."

"W..Wait, no, Mishima don't-"

A wave of distortion washed over them. Kasumi felt her beloved stockings peeled off her long legs starting at her legs as the distorted ripple traveled up her body. Her heavy jacket dissolved into nothing, leaving her in a plain white dress shirt and suspenders over her plaid skirt. The others were in a similar state of undress. A few cautious probings confirmed her bra was no longer available and there was only air between her legs under the skirt.

Kasumi fought the urge to scream. This wasn’t fair! Being trapped naked in the metaverse had been so humiliating but at least only inhuman monsters and her equally humiliated girlfriends had been there to see the depravity! Here in the real world there were actual people she had to see and interact with everyday! And now she was completely at the demented mercy of that perverted shadow! Surely…Kasumi felt the horrible sensation of reality rippling around her. Her shirt suddenly felt tighter and more confining, the fabric seeming to squeeze her chest and stomach much more tightly than before! Her nipples poked out humiliatingly obviously beneath the fabric. Moreover she felt air along her midriff. Mishima was shrinking the size of her clothes a few inches at a time! A glance confirmed her conservative plaid skirt now exposed a good bit of her shapely thighs!

"What to do now?" The text asked rhetorically. "We could play a game. Race to school, every five minutes I'll strip off a few more inches of your shirt and skirt, but you get to keep whatever is left when you reach the gate. Or I could just drop the pretense and make you five ride to school completely naked like in Mementos! What to do what to do..."