It opened!

(chapter originally by doragom333 at writing.com)

-with a satisfying click, the door opened. Exhaling in relief, Mitsuru went inside and shut the door behind her.

"Now, let's see what I have to work with," she said out loud, turning on the light.

The room, no larger than a normal classroom, was filled with sewing machines and mannequins used to display the fruits of the club members labors. Additionally, there was a rack that had some clothes hanging from it. Unfortunately, there was no spare fabric out on the floor. There was a supply storage cabinet that might have had some in the corner of the room but it was locked. She was stuck just with what there was, not that she had much experience in sewing anyways. It irked her somewhat that, with the variety of colors and styles of the outfits, it was unlikely she would find one that matched. Still, anything was better than what she had.

Checking her shirt, Mitsuru grimaced. It was still as damp and see-through, (and maybe tighter?) as ever. With a sigh, she undid the buttons and hung it on the rack. As these clothes were newly made, their lack of size tags meant that she would have to try on each piece individually. And wearing her wet blouse at the same time would only get in the way of that. Not that it made the feeling of being topless at school any easier for Mitsuru, of course. "I just hope there's something my size," she muttered, as she removed her shoes as well and began to look through what was there.

Poring through various shirts, pants, and skirts, hopes were dashed as none of the clothes fit right on her. Each and every one of them were too small in some way, whether it was her bust or hip size, the garment's length, or both. Her size wasn't THAT uncommon, was it? It took all of her will not to throw each failure to the floor in disgust. The students must have worked very hard on these, after all, even if they were useless to her at the moment.

"Merde!" she swore, slamming her arms down on a nearby desk. "Is there nothing at all that I can use!?"

But just as Mitsuru was about to give up, regather her blouse and shoes, and head to the gym, her gaze stumbled on the corner of the room, showing an outfit that she hadn't seen before. Worn by a mannequin with a build similar to her own, she quickly, but carefully, took them off the doll and put them on. Sure enough they fit!

Suppressing a cheer, Mitsuru turned towards the mirror to see herself in the clothes that might save the day for her, which were: