Yukari shrugged and discarded her own shirt. She looked at her bra critically. The pink lace was discolored by patchy grape stains. Gross. She pulled on Fuuka's shirt. It was tight, especially around the bust. It was also very white, which meant that her bra was clearly visible through the shirt.
Frustrated, Yukari quickly discarded her bra and tried on Fuuka's flimsy chemise, before putting the shirt back on. This combination worked much better, although it didn't provide the support that Yukari was used to. It did, however, emphasize her shapely breasts, which Yukari felt was a nice bonus. She pulled on the skirt, although she struggled to get the zip closed. She frowned. How was Fuuka so slender?
She gave a playful twirl, causing her skirt to flip up. Yukari frowned again. This was waaaay too short. Even if it showed off her fantastic legs. She pulled on her favourite thigh holster and pair of knee high boots. Prepared for battle, she headed to the dorms.
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