Blouse

(Chapter originally by Phantom Pen at writing.com)

Mitsuru felt that something was wrong before the stares of the rest of the room made it apparent. While Mitsuru was no stranger to being the center of attention, the stares usually weren't so blatant. Some students stared with open mouths, a few giggled, some tried to avert their eyes, all said nothing. It was shy little Chihiro that broke the silence, a trembling hand pointing at Mitsuru as she squeaked out "S-s-senpai! Y-y-your blouse!"

Looking down confirmed what Mitsuru feared. Rather than her elegant white blouse, Mitsuru found herself gazing down on her ample chest cradled in her lacy black bra. Mitsuru Kirijo, the beautiful and respected President, was standing in front of the rest of the council without a shirt! In a panic, Mitsuru quickly clapped her arms across her chest in an attempt to retain some modesty, but everyone had already been treated to an eyeful. Mitsuru had to find a way to control the situation, and fast.

"E-everyone, stop looking this instant!" Mitsuru said in her most commanding tone. Normally this would have been enough to make the whole room follow her directions. However, the sight of Mitsuru only half-dressed both undermined her authoritative appearance and was a stronger motivator than anything Mitsuru could say. Mitsuru was not used to her authority being ignored, and she had trouble figuring out what to do in response to this. She had to get herself covered up and back to normal, then she could re-establish control of the situation.

Risking a look behind her, Mitsuru saw her now ruined blouse hanging from the filing cabinet drawer she had closed. Not only had the buttons seemed to fail under the strain, but the seams of the sleeves had failed as well. How could that have happened? Was the shirt more worn out than she thought, or had somebody tampered with her outfit? It didn't make any sense...

Still, that was neither here nor there. Mitsuru had to get covered up, one way or another. The only question was how?