She could actually wear all of it, right?

Kawakami's addled mind made a dangerous connection, one as risque as it was misguided. "I get it now... I thought these were items for each of the girls, but they're actually all for one person, right? That guy's fetish is... a girl in a leather bikini... wearing a maid apron... and a cat's collar?!" she puzzled out, clenching her teeth to hold back a scream. What a freak! "Ooooh, no... This is one of those times where I have to be a responsible adult and tell him it's not okay to be doing this kind of thing at his age, isn't it? O-Or maybe he's old enough? How old do kids have to be before they can do weird bedroom play, again?"

At any rate, she'd garnered a new mission: she had to try on all of the items together, as a set, to prove that she could handle the same challenges that Ren's hypothetical girlfriend put herself through.

"Not that I'm interested in being his girlfriend. He's my student, for Pete's sake... But I still have to do this, for the sake of my youth!"

There was no one around to hear this bold proclamation, other than herself, so that said a lot about who she was trying to convince.

The teacher checked the creaky door one more time to make sure no one was outside. She was in luck; the streets were so empty she could hear a cat mewling. Satisfied with that outlook, the teacher quickly stripped out of her maid uniform in a way that would be hard for any on-looker to find provocative, throwing the apron in a lump on one bench, before lifting the blouse over her head. Kawakami struggled and grunted as the garment became stuck just above her breasts, then finally managed to shrug them free. Beneath the dress, she'd worn a somewhat uninspiring bra and panty set, colored with white and orange, horizontal stripes; it was fully exposed as she stepped out of her skirt. Her guardians and perhaps her workplace would scold her if they saw she wasn't wearing her husband-hunter lingerie on the job, but she'd just picked whatever was comfortable. She had no intention of flashing her clients.

"Darn, am I really one of those brainless people who thinks it's okay to strip naked in a laundromat? Isn't that the kind of stuff you see in erotica?" she questioned to herself, as she quickly removed her remaining garments. First the bra, then the panties... then finally, her shoes and tall stockings. She reflected that tight, knee-high stockings like these were no good for anything other than satisfying fetishes... they were a real pain to roll down while keeping wrinkle-free. Now as bare as her birth-day, Kawakami bent over to pick up the new garments; if anyone was watching, they'd surely appreciate the way she transformed into a real, Japanese beauty in the absence of either the gaudy maid uniform or the frumpy teacher clothing. Now, all that was left was to fit into the new outfit. Well... for a certain measure of fit. "It's tight!" she grumbled to herself with a stormy scowl. She was still plenty slender, but whoever these had been designed for had to be built like some kind of swimsuit model. The leather dug into her plump behind and proved significantly difficult to clasp at the hips. Finally, she managed to hook it together. "Okay... Part one's over... Now, I'm just putting on an apron. I wear one of those all the time! No big deal."

Frowning, the teacher tied on her apron over the leather ensemble. The process was almost anticlimactically quick. "The last piece is this..." Oddly, putting on the collar was the hardest part. "Wearing this is kind of... Oh, screw me... First I was the kid's maid and now I'm his pet!" Kawakami found the idea more erotic than she let on, and therefore, didn't speak it out loud. With her face reddening, she secured the latch around her neck. Thankfully, it was adjustable, so it didn't live up to its name as a choker. "All set. Nothing to it! I feel like an idiot, but I proved there's not a thing these little girls have over me, and that's what's important!" Once again, she was bragging to an audience of one person: herself.

... Or was she? The door creaked open slightly, just enough to avoid making a squeaking noise. Someone was getting a free show at the lady's expense...

"I'm not afraid of anything!!" Kawakami yelled confidently, throwing her fists into the air and grinning like a boxer who'd just defeated a challenger.