The Betraying Summer Uniform
It was that afternoon, after the incident with Alicia in the staff room while wearing our summer uniforms. As soon as school ended, I headed straight back to the dorm. The weather's insane. This stifling heat shows no sign of letting up. It's so hot that I couldn't hold out any longer—I finally pulled out the summer uniform I'd been putting off. If I don't want to collapse from heatstroke again, wearing it makes sense, right? Getting dragged around by Alicia and smothered all day is more than enough for one lifetime. For a promising yuri beauty with a bright future ahead, getting stuck with a homewrecker like me is the worst kind of nuisance. It's all because that weird thought popped into my head out of nowhere. It felt nice and warm, too... ugh. Damn it. I should've pushed her away. I mutter a tiny regret, but it's way too late now.
Deeply reflecting on what happened earlier, I decide to obediently suit up in the summer uniform. But there's a problem.
"…."
...It's too small. The clothes are too damn small. In the long mirror set up in one corner of the dorm room, the pink-haired, pink-eyed girl's massive tits are putting on a full show. The buttons on my too-tight blouse are straining, one wrong move from popping off—it's pitiful. My skirt feels a bit shorter too, maybe pushed up by my bigger hips. All I can do is stare blankly at the mirror, letting out an "eh."
No way. I got this uniform tailored around February, before enrollment. It fit okay when I tried it on back then. Definitely. So... did I grow even more in just these past few months...? I've been eating well lately, and no bullying or stress to deal with, but still, there's a limit, right? This goddamn body. If it had to grow, why not taller instead of... you know. Alicia, Serina, and Dana are all taller than me to some degree, and looking up at them feels kinda weird. What if I really turn into some tit-monster? That's not yuri at all. Not that I want it to be yuri or anything, but still, not yuri.... The me in the mirror looks on the verge of tears.
I decide to believe the clothes just shrank instead. That feels ten times better mentally. Call it a mental victory if you want....
Dana, over there, glances at my pathetic state and says flatly,
"You look like a perv."
"Wh-what do you mean...?"
"You."
"I'm a perv by nature, so what can I do...?"
"Your body."
"……."
My face ignites. I look around like, where's the fire? Oh, it's my face burning up. Why am I so embarrassed? I live for sexually harassing Dana every day, but when she turns it back on me—like, it's nothing compared to what I dish out, just calling my body pervy... ugh... I hate this feeling. Who wants to grow like this on purpose? I huff and turn away from Dana. Then I lock eyes with my reflection again. Sighing once more at the red, blotchy marks all over my body. Well, it's summer. Bugs are rampant this time of year....
The marks have been multiplying over time, but oddly, they don't itch—they're just ugly, so I haven't paid them much mind. My real issue is that the summer uniform exposes more skin. Parts that my regular clothes covered fine are now visible, making it look like something weird happened. Not that anything like that would happen to me—it's definitely a misunderstanding—but I don't want people seeing and getting dumb ideas. Yeah. I'll just cover 'em up.
"Dana. Got any band-aids?"
"Why."
"Here and here—they're ugly. To cover... uh."
Ah. Midway through, a brilliant idea hits me. Revenge on Dana for teasing me earlier. I flash a sly grin. You dare tease me? Wanna battle with dirty talk? I'm a pro at filthy words, tempered by 10,000 pages of grateful yuri hentai. Don't underestimate my skills. Holding back a laugh bubbling up inside, I put on my most serious face and say,
"To stick on my nipples."
"What?"
"...No, I mean, my underwear's soaked with sweat... It's drenched just from today, right?"
I point to the pile of laundry where I tossed my underwear the second I got back. Dana's gaze follows my finger blankly, stuck there like it's nailed down. I made it up to mess with her, but thinking about it, it really is a hassle.
"So, the nipples..."
"……."
"Yeah, if I stick 'em there, I won't need to wear a bra..."
It's nonsense. They already bounce up and down annoyingly when I walk; no bra would make them flop everywhere. But who cares about context? I just wanted to throw some lewd lines at Dana and bullshitted it. ...Why is this so embarrassing, though?
"...You."
"Uh, yeah."
I started this to fire back with sexual harassment, but I'm the one ducking my head in shame. Why am I this embarrassed? Homewrecker nipples, my ass. And that's when I remember—my "grateful yuri hentai" days are over a decade old. These pink eyes of mine have never seen the real thing up close. Maybe that's why I'm weaker to teasing than I thought. Or maybe that's just normal. Still, it's me. I fantasize about the girls around me with the dirtiest thoughts imaginable every day. Spouting crude shit like sex and bo○ like it's nothing, and I crumble at this...?
Ah, screw it....
The mood turns weird. Caught up in it, I blurt out,
"On second thought, I think I don't need 'em."
"Why."
"Why what...?"
"There's gotta be a reason."
"......Mine are hiding?"
Yeah. Tucked away nice and tight. They won't pop out unless you poke hard.
"…."
"…."
...The vibe gets even weirder. Especially since Dana's staring right at my chest. Your face looks funny....
Honestly, at this point, it's partly Dana's fault. Come on, like usual—punch me or something for saying weird shit. I haven't gotten hit lately, so I've gotten cocky. I'm the type who needs a beating every few days to stay in line, and honestly, my stomach's itching for a gut punch. Should I tempt her like, aaang, hit my belly~? I decide to shut up instead. Every word feels like self-sabotage.
Dana doesn't take her eyes off my chest until she falls asleep. Thanks to that, I do my best to hide the impossible-to-cover-with-my-slimy-arms beasts, wrapping them up tight. ...Feels like our roles reversed. Should I throw a punch too? Nah, she'd hit back for real, so I just sit there helpless....
... ... ...
Next morning, right before heading to school, in my summer uniform, I say to Dana,
"Can I have some band-aids...?"
"………."
A long silence. No idea what she's thinking, but she hands them over kinda sullenly. I plaster them on my neck, collarbone—ah, when did this one get bitten?—inner arm, all the blotchy spots. Used up a whole box. I look like I got into a massive brawl. But more than that,
"Dana. Do I look fat?"
"Since when do you care?"
"No, lately, kinda, yeah..."
Huh. Why do I even care? If others see me as chubby, bloated, or dumb—it doesn't matter. I'm not planning to get seriously involved with anyone, nor should I. This is like some puberty girl fretting, what if I look ugly? Should I doll up more? Right?
"…."
Ah. That's not it. What was I thinking? I'm just purely worried because if some rotten intruder pollutes my pure yuri village, it'll taint everything around it. Gotta protect the girls. That's all. Deep down, I wanna ditch this uniform too. Ah. If only the weather wasn't so brutally hot. Or if I didn't sweat this much. It's unavoidable. Like yesterday, underwear soaked through—Lily's a super wet girl...—no way I'm bragging about that. So yeah.
...Fuck. Why's everything so complicated? My dumb brain hurts....
"Looks good on you."
"What does?"
"How you look right now. Suits you."
"Eh? For real?"
"Yeah."
This is a bit off-topic, but Dana can be kinda harsh. Probably my influence. The queen of snark always keeps that cynical vibe. Praise from her is like rain in a drought—super rare. So I can't help but feel purely happy. My tangled thoughts from moments ago? Poof, gone. If I had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy. Ehehe. Grinning ear to ear without hiding it, I head to school with Dana.