Buy some new clothes

"The first thing we have to do is by you some new clothes," Jiraiya said, giving Hinata's butt a firm squeeze. "Judging by your butt, I can tell you have a great body, so you just need the wardrobe to let people know. When other people think you're sexy, you'll think you're sexy, and all your problems will go away."

He steered her to a clothes story and he started picking out outfits for her to try on, and they were like nothing she would have chosen on her own. There were skirts so short they would show off her panties if she bent over, shirts so tight they left nothing to the imagination, tube tops that prevented her from wearing a bra and were so thin she could swear her nipples stuck out, and mesh articles that failed to conceal anything. Then, after trying it on, Jiraiya insisted that she come out of the changing stall so he could see her, and then he would make crude compliments about her appearance.

She didn't know how much more of this she could take! She was starting to feel like a stripper, or at the very least a human doll that the man was playing dress up with. And then the outfits began to get weird. Jiraiya started giving her cat ears, togas, and things that Hinata could only describe as "fetishy." When he gave her a plain white apron and nothing else, she knew she had to draw a line.

"I can't wear this!"

"Sure you can. See, that's the thing about aprons. One size fits everyone."

"No, I mean, it's not decent!"

"Sure it is. Just try it on and you'll love it, trust me."

Hinata grimaced, but she had never been good at standing up to people, and the Hokage had told her to do what he said. She took the apron and retreated behind the privacy curtain of the changing stall. She stripped down to her bra and panties for what felt like the twentieth time that day and tied the apron around her back. From the front it wasn't that bad. On top it covered a bit more than her bra, with the exception of the bra straps, and below it went down to about mid-thigh, which was more than some of the skirts Jiraiya had picked out. But from the rear it covered nothing at all, and someone seeing her from behind would think that she was walking around in just her underwear.

"Well?" Jiraiya asked from the other side of the curtain. "Are you done?"

"Y-yes."

"Then come out here and let me see!"

"I-I can't!"

"Why not?"

"It's not decent!"

"Bah! You say that about everything. Get out here or I'll come in there and pull you out!"

Hinata grimaced, but she had ****. If she tried to change out of the apron into something else, he might barge in there while she was just in her bra and panties, and that would be even worse. Barely. She held her arms at her sides to pull the front of the apron around as much as possible and walked out through the curtain.

"Nice," he said with a grin. "Now turn around."

She shook her head. He nodded. She shook her head again and he grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around.

"See?" he said. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

It was horrible. "Am I done?"

He laughed. "Done? Kid you, aren't even close to done. See …