Yes, but it’s a bit small

Makoto held the uniform in front of her pantie clad waist, a sparkle of optimism in her eyes as she admired the color and design.

But then she blushed, looking up at the older officer. She didn’t want to change in front of an old man like him, even if he was a gentleman, but she’d never walk out of the classroom without her pants. She was in a tight situation.

“Erm, could you please not look, sir?” Makoto asked meekly.

“Of course, Niijima-san.” The officer replied, turning his back on the brunette.

Feeling a bit more comfortable now, Makoto stepped out of her now ruined jeans and began stripping off her jacket and shirt. She felt wrong as she tossed her jacket onto the table, even more so as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head.

She felt a chill run down her spine as she revealed her bare torso and white cotton bra. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, in a police station no less. She looked back at the veteran officer, who true to his word, was facing the blackboard and looked still as a statue.

Makoto looked down at her underwear clad body. She was toned, with defined, large muscles on her arms and legs. Her abs were pristinely sculpted. She was proud of her body, knowing the years of weightlifting and martial arts training had paid off immensely. Granted, she’d much rather be admiring her body in the privacy of her home than in a classroom.

She turned her head over to the uniform and grabbed it, trying on the top first. But as she tried to slip the shirt over her head and around her body, she found it challenging to say the least. Her muscles bulged at the end of her sleeves and she struggled to breathe with how tight the shirt was over her chest. She felt as if with one wrong move or twist, the shirt would tear in two.

Thankfully for Makoto, the jacket was easier to put on, but was still a bit tight around the chest area as she tried buttoning it up, with the third and second buttons holding on for dear life!

Lastly, she slipped her new skirt up her muscular legs, which felt similarly tight. Makoto’s cheeks flushed as she felt the skirt was squeezing her ass with how tight it was.

“Erm, is there any chance you would have anything a bit bigger, sir?” Makoto asked, standing awkwardly still as to not damage her uniform.

The older officer turned and looked down at Makoto, face completely flushed as she stood there in her new police outfit. “I’m sorry, but that was the largest size for a female uniform.”

“Great…” Makoto said to herself underneath her breath.