Yes, and it’s tight!

Ann hurriedly grabbed the pencil skirt off of the ground, unknowingly mooning her superior posterior to the room.

The skirt rode up Ann’s slender legs just fine, but getting it over her hips was a challenge. The skirt felt two sizes too small as she struggled to lift it over her round ass.

“Come on!” Ann said with a strained voice as she lifted the poor excuse of a skirt over her supple rear, using all of her strength to move the fabric up.

Eventually, and with much effort, Ann was able to fit inside the skirt. It felt extremely tight around her waist as it dug into her skin. Part of her wondered if she had gained weight given all of the sweets she had while on vacation, but she didn’t feel bigger than usual.

“I swear, if I bend over this thing is gonna split in half!”

Ann was careful to not bend over to grab the suit top from off the ground. Her phantom thief past gave her amazing flexibility, given she had to run around in tight latex all day. But still, Ann couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as her skirt not only squeezed her lower half tight, but also felt way too short!

Her legs and most of her thighs were fully exposed, and she could feel her ass cheeks peeking out. Today of all days, Ann regrets wearing such skimpy underwear.

As if Ann hadn’t suffered enough, her top was just as tight! Pulling her arms through the suit was easy enough, but once she tried to button it up, she came across an unfortunate problem.

Her chest was too big!

Ann tugged in both ends of the suit as hard as she could, just barely reaching the buttons and their respective button holes together as her tits squeezed together in her red bra. She struggled to get the third button to fully connect, as she could feel her chest tighten against the suit fabric.

“I can barely breathe in this thing!” Ann thought to herself. One wrong move and the whole thing could burst open, shooting buttons across the room like bullets from a machine gun.

Now with the “suit” on, Ann couldn’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable. Not only was it too tight around her chest and ass, it barely covered anything! Her skirt was so short, part of her ass was hanging out, and her suit top could barely just count as a top with how much cleavage she was exposing. Her entire torso was completely bare, which Ann was still embarrassed by as the cold air tickled her tummy.

“How do you like it, Takamaki-san?” Kashiwagi asked sincerely.

“It’s ahhhh, a bit tight…” Ann said nervously. She didn’t have the heart or courage to tell him how she truly felt, given that she’d never burn a bridge like Kashiwagi, but she also felt utterly humiliated by his choice of clothing.