Getting Fitted for the Academy Uniform
Getting Fitted for the Academy Uniform
The day after I discussed academy uniforms with Kir.
Following the principle of "strike while the iron is hot," I decided to get my uniform fitted right away.
But there was a problem I hadn't even imagined...
"...Young Master? I need your exact measurements, so please come over here."
"No. I'll measure myself and give you the numbers."
"You can't measure your own inseam, you know. Please come here, and I'll take your measurements properly."
"I said no! I'll do it myself!"
'A guy who looks that gay is going to touch my body? Over my dead body!'
The problem was that the craftsman making my uniform was a man. A decidedly "masculine" one, at that—though by my standards, he looked gay.
Obviously, taking measurements would involve touching me here and there. A man groping my body? Especially one dressed in such a gay-looking outfit?
I didn't even want to imagine it, so I threw a fit, insisting I'd take the measurements myself.
The craftsman rested a hand against his cheek, looking troubled.
"This is tricky... I can't just eyeball the numbers."
'...Ugh. I'll never get used to that, no matter how old I get.'
My expression soured even more at that gay gesture.
The craftsman saw my face and asked why I disliked it so much...
"May I ask why you wish to take your own measurements?"
"...I don't like strangers touching my body."
Even I knew it would be rude to tell him to his face, "I don't like it because you look gay." So I gave a roundabout answer.
The craftsman closed his eyes briefly, then asked another question.
"Hmm... Do you know any other tailors? Someone who could take your measurements on my behalf."
"I don't."
'Back at the estate, I just wore comfortable clothes, and for the Foundation Day ceremony, I had that artifact formal suit that adjusted to my body. This is my first time even getting measured.'
I answered cheerfully, and the craftsman shook his head in resignation. He pulled something from his pocket and began laying items out on the table.
"...What's all that?"
"Tapes for measuring and parchment to record the numbers. And this is what you use to measure the inseam..."
* * * * * *
"...and that's what they are. And this parchment has diagrams showing how to measure! Read it carefully and return it—no crumpling!"
After the craftsman left.
Yune went to his eldest sister, Charlotte, and recounted everything the craftsman had told him, down to the letter.
Charl tilted her head, wondering why he was rattling all this off to her.
"...Yune, you suddenly dropped by my room, so I thought something was up. What is this about?"
Her natural question was answered with an explanation that made her eyes fly wide open.
"To get the uniform made, I have to measure everything written here, but that man said I absolutely need someone else to do it. So I'm asking you, Charl!"
"...What!?"
Startled, Charl snatched the parchment from Yune's hands. It was crammed with measurements needed to make the clothes.
Chest, waist, hip circumference were the basics; arm and leg lengths, forearm, wrist, thigh, calf circumferences, and more. It was hard to believe one uniform required so many numbers.
Charl eventually gave up reading and lowered the parchment.
"...So, you want me to take these measurements for you?"
"Yep!"
Yune beamed as if there was no issue at all. A sigh escaped Charl's lips—she'd lost count of how many times she'd sighed today.
"Haaah..."
'Yune is sixteen now, and I'm twenty-six this year. A grown noble son is asking me to do this?'
The sigh was, of course, because of Yune's request.
Charl would do anything for her beloved little brother. But granting this request meant she'd be practically groping every inch of Yune's body. She reluctantly tried to form a refusal.
However.
"Please, Sis! You're the only one I can ask for this. There's no one else!"
"...Huh? Only me?"
"Yeah! So help me, Sis!"
The words "You're the only one I can ask for this, Charl" instantly swayed her heart.
In truth, Yune had meant "You're the only person at the estate who's free right now," but...
The fact that her one and only little brother was relying on her like this—and a request he couldn't even make to Erengard, her role model and the head of the house she respected—thrilled Charl to no end.
She grabbed the measuring tape and spoke with fierce enthusiasm.
"Yes! Just leave it to me!"
'...I absolutely won't think anything weird! I'll measure you purely and properly! Trust your big sister!'
* * * * * *
But Charlotte's resolve crumbled at a rapid pace.
-Slide.
"Pfft. Sis, that tickles."
"...S-sorry!"
While measuring Yune's arm, her fingers accidentally brushed his armpit, making him jolt.
"O-okay, now I'll measure your chest..."
"Sure."
As she wrapped the tape around Yune's chest while he stood with arms outstretched, the flatness beneath the tape—so unlike a woman's—startled her anew, and she secretly blushed.
"...!!"
"I'm glad I wore shorts. Makes measuring easier, right?"
"Y-yeah..."
'C-close...'
She leaned in to measure Yune's thigh while he sat with his legs spread, then realized that from anyone else's view, she looked like she was burying her face in his crotch. Her face turned beet red.
Under wave after wave of ordeal, her vow not to see Yune as a man had long since burned to ashes in the heat of her mind.
She forcibly suppressed the thought of "Is it really okay for me to be doing this?" and measured every part of Yune's body, from head to toe.
"A-alright, now I'll measure your inseam. Stand with your back against the wall."
"Okay!"
To measure the length from the floor to his groin—the inseam—she positioned Yune against the wall.
She handed him a long wooden rod attached to the measuring tape.
"Here. You know what to do, right?"
"Yep!"
Yune took the rod and wedged it between his thighs.
He slowly lifted it until it couldn't go any higher.
The rod rose along the inside of his legs and stopped only when it pressed against his groin.
-Squish.
"...!!!?"
"All done, Sis."
Yune's crotch pressed against the rod and squished slightly. Charlotte's face burned as red as a ripe tomato.
'I-is it okay for me to be seeing this!? His... his lower half just squished!'
Seeing her face, Yune asked, "...Sis? Are you hot?"
But Charlotte couldn't possibly explain what she had just seen. She hastily deflected.
"I-it's nothing!"
"Then check it quickly. I can't read it from here."
"Got it!"
She dropped to the floor as if to hide her blushing face.
She meant to read the tape from the rod down to the floor, but...
The moment she knelt, the sight in front of her made her freeze solid.
'T-this... this is... that. That thing...'
Yune stood with the rod—thick as a forearm—pressed against his groin. Charlotte was kneeling and looking up at it from below.
The rod, silhouetted black against the light, looked exactly like "that" attached to Yune's crotch from her angle.
She stared up at it, utterly blank. For a long, long while.
'C-come to think of it, I've heard men get like that when they're aroused...'
Her body temperature spiked, and she even started to sweat.
She unconsciously slipped a hand between her own thighs and began breathing heavily, and Yune looked down at her with an odd expression.
'...Does my sister have bad eyesight? She must be struggling to see the numbers. She's been staring at it for ages.'
* * * * * *
About two weeks after I'd asked Charlotte to take my measurements.
"How do I look? Handsome, right? Don't I look like a total manly man!?"
"...."
The craftsman had stitched every seam based on the numbers I'd given him.
The moment I put it on, I already felt like an academy cadet, so I showed up to dinner wearing it to show off to my family.
But my family's gazes were less than impressed.
"Isn't it a bit too big?"
"Little brother, it's cute, but it's still too large. It's dragging on the floor behind you."
The reason for those looks was the generous size of my uniform.
Mom's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the long cape draped over my shoulders trailing on the ground.
"How in the world did they measure you...? The craftsman must have been utterly incompetent. The workmanship is decent, but this completely defeats the purpose of tailored clothes. They're not fit to be a master craftsman. I'll contact the guild immediately and..."
"I was the one who took the measurements, Head of House."
"Hm? Why you?"
"Yune begged me to do it—he said he wanted me, specifically, and no one else, not even you. I had no choice. ...Hehe."
"...."
"Good grief, you doting older sister. That aside, what did you even measure? The clothes are so baggy they're dragging on the floor, and his hands are completely hidden in the sleeves."
"Don't tell me you couldn't even take proper measurements...?"
"...I measured him properly."
Mom stared between my uniform and Charl with a disgruntled expression.
Charlotte had been smiling proudly, but she soon trailed off indignantly when the others shot her skeptical looks that said, "You messed up again, didn't you?"
...That wasn't it, though.
"Before I showed it to the craftsman, I raised the numbers a bit and wrote them down differently!"
"...Huh? Yune, why on earth would you do that?"
"Because I'm a manly man! I'm obviously going to shoot up fast, so if the uniform is made to my current size, it won't fit for long. So I bumped the numbers up a little at a time!"
I puffed out my chest as I explained the reason for the oversized uniform—meant as a cue to praise how smart and forward-thinking I was.
But.
""""Sigh...""""
The four of them let out a collective sigh instead of praising me.
"H-huh? What's with everyone?"
"If you outgrow the clothes, you simply have new ones made. Why be so miserly about it? Our house is not exactly in need of coin."
"But I'm a manly man, and I'll grow quickly..."
"Enough. Charlotte... no. Albert. You take responsibility and get Yune's uniforms properly fitted."
"Yes, Mother."
After that, under Albert's direction, I had several new uniforms made—properly fitted ones in different designs.
'Seriously. These are going to be too small before I even enroll. Hmph. Not my problem.'