Get dressed

Yozora Tainaka was as fashion conscious as any Japanese teenage girl and so you’d outsourced her outfit to somebody who knew better than you. First step is the makeup. You activate your subdermal minicomp and play the queued video. The woman on screen gives you a demonstration on how to apply the makeup correctly. It takes a few tries but eventually you get it pretty decent. Yozora has good skin so you don’t need much foundation. You apply heavy liner around your eyes, pink eyeshadow and pink lipgloss. Then you move on to your hair, which you put into a simple side ponytail with a pink ribbon.

You exit the bathroom and pick up a bag on the side of the bed. Inside are the clothes you are to wear. The underwear consists of a push up bra and g-string that are black with pink trim. The bra actually feels kind of nice. Secure. The g-string though barely feels like anything at all. Next you pull a pink thigh-high stocking onto your left leg and a black ankle-high sock onto your right foot. That seems odd to you until you see your skirt. It is black with pink petticoats and tailored you leave your left leg nearly bare. Once you have it on, you reach back and you can feel that skirt is just barely covering your ass even though it feels like it is hanging out there. Your blouse is simple and pink with cap sleeves. It doesn’t quite reach the top of your skirt, leaving a half centimeter or so of your midriff bare. Black boots with very thick soles complete the outfit. They are strange and you feel like you’re balancing on something every time you take a step. Glad I won’t have to wear these for very long.

Dressed, you leave the room and take the elevator down to the lobby. Ishikawa stares at you when you get off. You smile and give him a twirl. “Do I look good, I-shi-ka-wa-kun?” you ask, stretching out his name in a overly cutesy way. The way Yozora would. Even though you’d only had her body for a short time, you’d spent weeks learning and practicing her mannerisms. You deleted the hell out of the the videos you’d recorded to aid the process but you were still nervous they might show up somewhere on the net.

“Don’t...don’t do that,” Ishikawa grumbles.

“Aw, don’t be mean to Yozora!” you chirp, grasping his arm.

“Let’s just get out of here," he says with a sigh.