The leggings are unsalvageable, but the dress appears to be fine

Makoto felt jittery, barely able to contain her anxious energy. She had one arm hugging her breasts, erect nipples poking into her arm, while the other was in front of her crotch, trying to keep her panties protected from any would-be peepers. Even though she loved Buchimaru and cherished this pair of underwear, she didn’t really want anyone to know she wore them, let alone see her wearing them. It would be humiliating. Sae reminded her every time she saw them go through the laundry how childish they were, especially to be wearing them at her age, insisting they were only for kids…

Each passing minute felt like an hour. Makoto heard the faucet stop and start repeatedly with some less than reassuring sounds coming from Ann, but nothing she could quite make out. Makoto had to resort to chewing on one of her nails to keep from frantically pacing around the stall. After an eternity, Makoto heard more groans, the sound of something being thrown into the trash and then the hand dryer multiple times over.

“Ann,” Makoto called out hesitantly after the room went quiet. “Are you finished yet?”

A silence filled the air as Makoto awaited her answer. “Uh, well, yes,” Ann started. “But I’ve got some bad news…” Makoto felt her stomach drop. “Don’t worry, though, because I have some good news too.”

“What’s the bad news,” Makoto found herself asking, voice quiet, a lump in her throat.

“Your leggings were… beyond saving,” Ann said. “It didn’t matter how much I scrubbed, the cheese just wouldn’t come off or it would spread more, so I had to throw them away… Oh, but don’t worry! The good news is I managed to clean your dress up. It took a lot of scrubbing, but it looks good as new,” Ann finished, sounding proud. Makoto let out a sigh of relief. While she would rather have both her leggings and her dress, as she preferred not chancing someone seeing up her dress, if she had to choose between one of the other, she would rather have the dress. At least that covered her breasts, too.

Her dress peaked over the top of the door, and Makoto smiled, reaching out for it.