The Sewing Club

She was surprised that the sewing club needed help. Out of all the clubs, it felt like they were one of the few that wouldn't need any outside assistance.

According to the email, there were only a few female students in the club and they already made clothes based off of their measurements. They wanted new measurements to work with and needed new models to test them on. They claimed to be looking for volunteers and having trouble to find any.

It didn't seem that exciting to help the club... Not in the same way that it would've been exciting to help other clubs.

She immediately blushed and felt shame over her own thoughts. It's a good thing that the club wants honest help. It'd be bad if they were trying to perv on her. She took a few deep breaths and reminded herself that she was the student council president. Polite, professional, and willing to help those in need... in none perverted ways.

After checking the time, she decided to head over. If she remembered right, the club should be open.

When she entered, there was more than just a few females... Though most of them left once they noticed the guys cheering at Makoto's entrance. A few stayed, smirking as they stared at Makoto.

Quickly, she was lead to the center of the room. Most of the club members sat in a circle around her, while one grabbed a measuring tape from a drawer and came up to her.

"Okay, Makoto. As soon as you strip, we'll take your measurements. To save on fabric, we'll also sew and make changes to your current school uniform instead of making a brand new piece of clothing from scratch."