Alice looked down at the clothes she had laid on the bed; dark blue pinstripe pants, a formal vest that matched said pants, a white dress shirt, a red tie, and loafers. Once upon a time, the ensemble had been the uniform that Zack had worn while he was rising up the ranks in the Hammond Hotel Chain. After several weeks of careful tailoring and refitting, however, they were now Alice's classiest clothes. Making the adjustments to menswear to make them fit her hadn't been easy (though it did help that the uniform had been made for Zack when he'd been fatter than he was now). However, it was effort that Alice thought would be worth it, considering today's interview.
She had already gotten into Abercrombie University, one of the most prestigious universities around. At the head of Abercrombie's Fashion Studies Program was one Professor Sheila Taylor. Professor Taylor was regarded as a perfectionist, someone who would fail any student she didn't feel was putting in the kind of effort that a truly modern designer needed. But those students who managed to pass her courses tended to have a leg up in the cutthroat fashion industry. Many dresses and suits that the rich and famous wore to award ceremonies, parties, and other events had been designed by students of Professor Taylor. That wasn't even mentioning that Sheila Taylor's clothing had been worn by two different first ladies and the Prime Minister of another country!
Hence, these days one had to interview Professor Taylor before she would admit a potential student into her classes. Alice hoped that showing off some clothing that she had already worked on would earn her some respect in the Professor's eyes. Not a lot, maybe, but enough to make it into the class. And that was something that Alice desperately wanted. Thinking about it now was already starting to cause her anxiety to flare up again, though she did her best to quash the nervous thoughts. She'd been working on these clothes for three weeks now! She'd taken accurate measurements of herself, she'd been precise in the alterations she had made, she had done everything perfectly!
Her anxiety wasn't entirely gone, though. Sure, she could tell herself that she was an expert tailor, but there was only one way to know for sure. Taking a few minutes to build up her courage, she donned her underwear and then picked up the pants that, until a moment ago, she was sure would fit her. Now, she wasn't so sure. Had she done everything right? Had her measurements really been accurate? Her alterations precise enough? Alice took a deep breath to calm herself and slowly began to put the pants on.
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