Yukari stopped to catch her breath behind some bushes near their building. Junpei glanced over at her. "I think we've lost them for now," he said.
Yukari glared at him, hugging a pile of clothes to her chest. "I'm going to get changed," she said. "Don't you DARE look." She ducked around a corner, glancing around. Seeing nobody there, she glanced at her clothes. It was the maid outfit that Junpei had created for the girls for the cultural festival. It was clearly too tight and showed off way too much leg. There were also a pair of matching white stockings and shoes. Luckily, she'd found a reasonable pair of panties to replace her sleeping clothes with, but she hadn't had the foresight to grab a bra. Well, it could have been worse.
She'd just about finished changing and was just pulling up her stockings when Junpei rounded the corner, offering him a generous view of her cleavage. "What's taking so long?" he demanded. "Oh, good choice," he said.
Yukari glared at him. "It's not like I enjoy this sort of thing," she said. "You didn't leave me any chance to get properly changed."
Junpei appraised her critically. "That's true. I only had Mitsuru's measurements at the time, so it's probably a bit looser in the top and a bit tighter at the waist."
"WHAT?!" Yukari leaned forward angrily at him, her chest threatening to spill out of the top. "It's clearly a fine fit," she said, doing a twirl, her skirt spinning up dangerously high. "You should consider yourself lucky to even see this much of me. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity."
"Good point," said Junpei. "Rise up!" he said, lifting his hands into the air dramatically. Suddenly, a gust of wind caught the underside of Yukari's dress, lifting it well above her navel. Her long stocking-clad legs were on full display, as was her white side-tie panties. Yukari hurriedly yanked down her skirt, her face aflame. Junpei sighed, discouraged.
"W-What was that sigh for?"
"You ruined the effect. They need to be lacy, to go with the rest of the maid outfit."
Yukari glared at him, holding the hem of her skirt cautiously. They needed to get out of there. Which route should they take?
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