Song Jiwon's Uniform Try-On — Uniform Date!?
*Caution* — This post contains highly explicit illustrations and animated clips. Please check your surroundings before scrolling down. — *All students, the protagonist, and every other character appearing in this story are adults.*
Song Jiwon opened her eyes to the morning sunlight. Kim Mingyu lay beside her, breathing quietly beneath the blanket. His face looked nothing like the usual cool, teasing Master — just a small, fragile, adorable boy.
“How can he look so… baby-like?”
She leaned in silently and pressed her lips ever so gently against his cheek.
“Sleep well, Master…”
After leaving the soft kiss, she carefully pulled the blanket up to cover his shoulders. Moving as quietly as possible so he wouldn’t wake, she slipped out of the one-room apartment with a small smile.
She headed straight to her own house. Rummaging through dusty boxes in the storage room, she finally found the cardboard box containing her high-school uniform. The shirt was a little baggy, and the skirt…
“This is basically a Vietnam skirt, isn’t it?”
She held up the skirt that would have reached her ankles if it were any longer and let out a soft laugh.
“If the kids these days saw me, they’d say I was radiating full-on nerd energy, huh?”
Feeling a little embarrassed at the memory of her past self, she carefully folded the clothes and placed them into an eco-bag, along with a pair of loafers and two or three pairs of sneakers.
“Shoes complete the outfit, after all. The same clothes can give off a completely different vibe depending on what you wear on your feet.”
Carrying the carefully chosen combination, she walked slowly toward the front door.
“Ah…”
She paused for a moment.
“But Master… after seeing that TikTok video this morning, he said he wanted me to wear the really short, tight, delinquent-style uniform that actual high-school girls wear…”
The loose shirt and ankle-length skirt suddenly felt embarrassing to show him as they were. Song Jiwon took out her phone and sent a message to the still-sleeping Kim Mingyu.
No reply came. She quietly turned off the screen and smiled.
“He must still be asleep…”
Song Jiwon drove to the department store basement alteration shop she often visited. It was a clean, skilled place quietly located next to the luxury brand stores. When she pushed open the glass door, the familiar chime rang and a kind-looking auntie greeted her with a warm smile.
“Oh my, welcome~ What are you bringing in today?”
Song Jiwon bowed her head shyly.
“Ah… well, it’s…”
Stammering, she lifted the eco-bag but hesitated, unsure whether to show the uniform inside. The auntie laughed and took the bag from her.
“What’s this~?”
She pulled out the contents and examined them.
“Oh my, it’s a school uniform?”
Song Jiwon gave an awkward laugh and rushed to explain.
“Ah, well… my friends and I are having a home party… the dress code is school uniform, so… it’s just for that…”
Her words kept tangling, and she looked like she didn’t even know what she was saying. The auntie simply smiled knowingly.
“No need to be so flustered~ These kinds of alterations are common these days. Your figure is so rare that I still remember all your measurements.”
She spread the skirt with her hands and asked, “So, how much should I shorten it?”
Song Jiwon bit her lip, hesitating. What she really wanted to say was “short and tight, like a real delinquent girl,” but she could only mumble softly.
“Just… a little shorter… maybe just a bit…”
The auntie grinned mischievously.
“It’s a home party, right? If you want it short, why not go all the way? I’ll make it pretty and sexy, just like the kids these days wear.”
Song Jiwon’s face flushed, then she burst into laughter.
“Yes…! That sounds good!”
Her voice was bright with excitement, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She sat quietly on the sofa inside the shop, imagining the altered uniform. The skirt would end right at mid-thigh, and the shirt would hug her curves, making her breasts stand out. Just picturing herself standing in front of her Master in that finished uniform made her inner thighs tingle.
“…I’m looking forward to it…”
The sound of the sewing machine and scissors carefully cutting fabric filled the quiet shop. Song Jiwon waited on the sofa while the uniform slowly transformed under the sunlight streaming through the window.
Before long, the auntie waved her over with a bright smile.
“It’s done~ Come try it on!”
Song Jiwon stood up slowly and approached her. The auntie handed her the clothes with practiced ease, quickly closing the fitting-room curtain.
“You can look forward to it~ It came out really pretty on your figure!”
Inside, Song Jiwon removed her clothes one by one. Each time the fabric slid over her skin, a faint shiver ran through her. She carefully stepped into the school-uniform skirt and pulled it up. The fabric that once hung loosely now clung tightly to her thighs, stopping well above the knees. The hem revealed smooth, porcelain-like skin that glowed under the light — so pale and delicate it looked like it would leave fingerprints at the slightest touch. It was more lewd than being naked.
“If I were still a teenager… how could I ever wear something like this?”
But now it was different.
“Yeah… skirts are supposed to be this short.”
Song Jiwon had become a woman who knew how to be proud of her body. Next came the blouse. The once boxy shirt now hugged her waist and pulled tight across her back. In front, it squeezed her full breasts so firmly that the buttons looked ready to pop. Even with every button fastened, the fabric strained dangerously.
Standing before the mirror, she adjusted the hem beneath her chest. The reflection that appeared was striking: a skirt cut off at mid-thigh, long white legs beneath it, a narrow waist, and breasts that moved with every breath, threatening to spill between the buttons. It wasn’t a proper school uniform — it was pure seduction. Far more obscene than the girl in the TikTok video Mingyu had shown her.
“…Mm, this is really slutty, isn’t it? I never even imagined wearing something like this back then… I should have tried it when I was a teenager instead of pretending to be so proper… though I was just studying and didn’t know any better.”
The woman in the mirror looked like someone who had only now realized how lewd her own body was. A strangely excited smile spread across her lips, mixing satisfaction with belated regret. She posed slightly, pushing one leg forward and tilting her hips, watching how the shirt and skirt moved with her. Her eyes slowly heated with the unbearable desire to show herself to someone.
“…I hope Master will be satisfied when he sees this.”
After changing back, she stepped out holding the neatly folded uniform. The auntie received it with a bright smile.
“Oh my, how was it? Do you like it?”
“Yes… it’s really pretty. Thank you so much.”
Her voice was a tone higher than usual, and her eyes still held traces of excitement. The auntie wrapped the uniform beautifully and tied a ribbon around it.
“Your figure is so lovely, I got a little carried away~”
Song Jiwon paid with a shy laugh and thanked her again before heading down to the parking garage. She placed the bag carefully on the passenger seat of her Boxster, her gaze filled with anticipation.
“…I wonder what Master will say when he sees it?”
Just thinking about it made her heart race. She pressed the accelerator lightly.
“I miss you… my Master. I want to wear this and show you right away.”
In the alley a short distance from Kim Mingyu’s house, Song Jiwon quickly checked her surroundings before closing the car door. Carrying the eco-bag with the uniform, she hurried down the hallway and stood in front of his one-room apartment.
“Thank goodness… no one’s around.”
The door wasn’t locked. She remembered she had left without locking it. When she stepped inside, she saw Kim Mingyu standing in the living room with messy hair, drinking water. His hair stuck up like a bird’s nest, his eyes half-closed as he rubbed them sleepily.
“Where’d you go…?”
His voice was drowsy. Song Jiwon chuckled at the sight, kicked off her shoes, then quickly went back to arrange them neatly. She approached him with an excited voice.
“Master! I brought the uniform! And while you were sleeping, I even got it altered!”
Her tone was full of pride, her eyes clearly begging for praise. Kim Mingyu’s eyes widened.
“Already…? When did you go?”
He sat on the edge of the bed, still looking half-asleep, and set down his cup. After rubbing his eyes a few more times, he looked up at her.
“What are you waiting for, Jiwon? Try it on.”
Smiling brightly, Song Jiwon carefully unwrapped the package the auntie had prepared. She hung the neatly folded uniform over the back of a chair and began to undress. Sunlight streamed through the window, gently illuminating her naked body. Her silhouette drew elegant curves like an ancient Greek statue. She put on the skirt and fastened the blouse buttons one by one right in front of Mingyu.
At that moment, Mingyu couldn’t close his mouth. The skirt barely covered the middle of her thighs, the shirt hugged her tightly, and her breasts and hips were clearly outlined.
“Wow… that’s seriously slutty. It’s like… a rich, studious delinquent girl or something.”
Song Jiwon lowered her head slightly, but her expression wasn’t just embarrassment. At that exact moment, the plan Mingyu had been thinking about since morning flashed through his mind.
“Yeah. Today, we’re going out with you wearing that uniform.”
The plan was already perfectly prepared — pretty and lewd enough to execute right away.
“Stay like that.”
He pulled a nearby chair in front of her and set it down.
“Sit here and wait.”
Song Jiwon sensed he had made up his mind about something. She nodded silently and sat down quietly, legs neatly together. Her posture was elegant and refined, like a noble lady from a classic girls’ school textbook. Yet the moment one’s gaze dropped below the hem of the skirt, that elegance instantly turned into pure fetish. The short skirt had ridden up, and her thighs were already on display, as if her body was ready to be shown.
Mingyu went to the bathroom, quickly wet his hair, and came back out wearing only a T-shirt. Standing in front of her with a casual expression, he spoke as if it were nothing.
“Let’s go on a date today. A uniform date.”
Song Jiwon looked up reflexively.
“A… date!? Dressed like this!?”
Her eyes widened, her hands twitching slightly on her knees. Mingyu casually dried his wet hair with a towel and replied in a flat voice.
“Yeah. A date. My kind of date. We’re going outside, so get ready.”
At that moment, Song Jiwon’s fingertips trembled ever so slightly.
“In this outfit…? Outside…? Really…? If people see me…”
Her chest tightened, but it wasn’t only from embarrassment.
Service cut. It turned out a little short while I was making it, but thinking of Song Jiwon when she was younger, it felt kind of cute in its own way. I couldn’t bear to keep it to myself, so here it is~!