She'll struggle to hang the over-head television display

The customers still hadn't really shown up yet, so Naoto reasoned she wasn't being asked to attend to anyone this time. She'd actually failed that task pretty spectacularly earlier, as Dojima and Nanako had never made it onto the shopping floor to browse any of the wares, not to mention the added expense of the Teddie head she'd given away as free merchandise. She was happy that whatever task she was being asked to deal with, it didn't involve customer service. Curiously, she continued to scan until she came up with the obvious culprit: a TV display with a new television model sitting on a push-cart, and beside that cart, a stepladder. She didn't need to put on her detective hat for this one: Teddie had been charged with putting up the display model.

The silly part was that a strong, adult male could easily put the thing into its brackets. The stepladder was only necessary because Teddie, with his stubby arms and low-to-the-ground posture, was the one being asked to do it. Still, she was thankful Yosuke had thought that far ahead, even if he really had picked the worst possible tool for the job in terms of employees.

Naoto made her way over to the electronics department with a relaxed waddle, favoring stability over speed. In this instance, it would probably work out for tricking Yosuke too; Teddie himself wouldn't be in any rush to get to work. Once she was over there, she stopped to notice another interesting display... a rectangular television set with the frame missing, advertising a picture so clear, you can practically reach through and touch it. Naoto couldn't help but grunt with dissatisfaction. "What is Hanamura thinking? This is incredibly irresponsible in our current environment! If people go around recklessly touching their televisions, someone could get sucked into the world behind the television." With some effort, she resisted the urge to tear the advertisement down, noting that she'd have to bring it up with her reckless friend later.

Finally, she made her way onto the step-ladder... Naoto may be the kind of person you can pass off for a guy, but that didn't mean she had the build or muscle of one. Lifting the TV turned out to be a somewhat difficult proposition, to the point that she actually found herself wondering if she was doing the right job... This seemed way too difficult for someone with no muscles and very few fingers, for that matter. Nervously, she turned the suit backwards ninety degrees to check if Yosuke was still watching.

Thankfully, he'd gone away. Yosuke's break was over and he had duties to attend to somewhere else inside the store. As much as the boy liked to complain about having nothing to do, the truth of the matter was that Junes was actually the busiest place in the town. Not a high bar to clear, but it was something.

With the coast clear, Naoto unzipped the suit to reach her arms out further, bringing the zipper all the way around the circumference of the head until only a few teeth held it on. Now she could get her whole upper body out for the sake of working with the TV... It was risky to expose herself, but she'd accomplish the task several times as fast this way and without the danger of dropping the most expensive new television in the store. The young lady knit her brow with exertion as she lifted the television into the mounting brackets...

Just then, a new sound injected fear into her heart: the ordinarily pleasant sound of the Junes jingle, coming from the electronic door. That indicated someone had just entered the store's floor!

Her bad luck wasn't over either; the moment she'd noticed that noise, she felt the last few teeth of the zipper pop, sending her suit down all the way past the roundness of her bottom to pool at the apex of the curve. She couldn't move her arms to grab the suit or cover herself without dropping the TV! All this amounted to the fact that whoever had just entered the store would see a girl standing there in her underwear, with everything from her thighs to her shoulders exposed. The only small blessing would be that they ought not to be able to tell it was Naoto, given that her head remained covered.

She heard an unfamiliar student's voice behind her: "Holy crap!"

Then a whistle as another boy approached. "Would ya look at that?!"

By the sounds of it, they were a good bit younger than her classmates... how young was hard to say, but the age gap was significant enough that they probably didn't even attend the same school. Naoto stood with her legs shaking and sweat dripping from every pore, struggling to avoid screaming in frustration as she was ogled by two strangers while trying to set up a particularly difficult television set. Her butt wiggled enticingly as she fought to maintain balance on the step-ladder and avoid toppling over in her embarrassment.

The two boys were shamelessly approaching closer and closer... She shook her head underneath the mask of her costume, desperately wishing she was anywhere else, even the TV world! If there was a working TV in front of her, she'd probably dive in right now!

However, there was one element of her situation she'd yet to put together...