Squeezed into Fuuka's uniform.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Elizabeth loathed making a scene, at least in the way she just had. She certainly wasn't looking forward to all the work it would take to mind wipe all those students who'd just seen, well, all of her.

Fuuka's uniform was far from ideal, but at worst it was bound to cover her exterior. The frail girl's panties were a close fit, but manageable. The bra... not so much. She opted to do without it, and to what was sure to be Fuuka's horror at some point, Elizabeth nonchalantly tossed it in the garbage can, and for good measure, made sure it was buried beneath piles of used towels.

The blouse and skirt didn't give her much trouble. Snug, but modest enough.

"Well, that's that." Quite pleased with her new outfit, Elizabeth dusted her hands and smiled at Fuuka. "Oh, right. What to do with you..."

There were many ways for this to get even more interesting. To start with, Elizabeth decided it would be most fun to...