If you really step back and think about it, "department of uniform fetishisation" was one of the smartest ideas Ataru had come up with in his life. Now that he knew the badge would compel him against his will to act like a responsible, professional representative of - whatever he said the badge gave him authority over, it left much less wiggle room for that alternative persona to muck things up.
Now, had he said something like "department of female uniform fetishisatoin," then it would be the absolute smartest thing he had ever said. He could already feel it gnawing at the back of his mind. Four uniforms for the girls, four uniforms for the boys. It ate at him, gnawed him up from the inside. He wasn't interested in seeing his fellow men strolling around with open shirts and tight fitting trousers! Just the women! But it was like trying to stop a volcano from erupting when you only had the world's largest cork. The pressure was building, and unless it was let out it would erupt in a messy, unfun way.
"Alright," Sakura said, taking the clothes. "Then I suppose I should just get dressed now."
Gripping his knuckles tightly, Ataru tried to enjoy this moment. The anticipation, the build... It was impossible. Any moment where he lapsed in concentration and the professional him would take over and then he'd completely lose it. Unless... Of course!
"W-we should record this moment," Ataru announced. Yes, record it! That way, even if he did lapse he could still appreciate the sight of this later on. A tap of the side of his badge, and more workers had come in with cameras to record from seemingly every useful and interesting angle. Ah! This was just another stopgap. Before he could stop himself he said aloud "We should also have someone try out the male student uniforms that I have designed."
He struck his own knee, hard. Blast it! No! He had not meant to say that at all! His traitorous hand was already moving, already sketching and Ataru could not summon the will to stop himself from crafting four fetish uniforms for the men as well.
"Here we have a uniform to encourage physical fitness," he announced. The drawing was of a man wearing a shirt much like the standard uniform save that it was sleeveless and a snug looking pair of shorts that made Ataru feel a little unwell. Then he was drawing again.
"This one encourages concentration on studying," he proclaimed. This time, at least the trousers seemed a lot more reasonable. Less so was the upper half, which had replaced the white shirt with a white jacket that didn't close all the way. "And yes, the glasses are also part of the uniform." Then yet more drawing! Curse his imagination!
"This should be worn by delinquents. It should make them behave, by instilling shyness into them!" Ataru continued. This one just looked like the regular school uniform, but intentionally too big. It somehow gave the impression of helplessness in whoever wore it. "We call this the moeblob effect." And onto his final drawing. At last, the end of the tunnel of torment!
"And finally, for those students who are normally too shy!" This was... full body leather with a popped collar. It had the basic trimmings of a uniform, and Ataru could sort of visualise that the colour scheme would be right, but this was barely a uniform at all! "It should instill greater feelings of confidence. Between these four, you should be able to create a balance in your men, while giving the girls some eye candy."
"Yes, very good," the Principal nodded. Meanwhile, Sakura had seized hold of the drawings and was looking them over with a very keen eye. Were Ataru in full command of his faculties he would have found that utterly fascinating. As was, he was desperately struggling to regain control over himself, to help steer this ship. "I must congratulate you on your thoroughness. Yes, I can easily see this ensuring common problems are easily remedied. Although, do you have a boy in mind to model these uniforms?"
For the first and only time in his career, the Principal had said something that one of his students was, and would remain, truly grateful to have heard. A boy to model these uniforms...? No, there wasn't a <i>boy</i> that he would like to see wearing any of these, ever! But there was definitely a <i>girl</i> who fit the bill...
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"My son will happily help to model your new uniforms!"
For the hundredth thousandth time in her life, Ryunosuke grabbed hold of the nearest heavy object and clanged her stupid father around the back of the head with it. "I'm your daughter, you fucking idiot!" she yelled. Sadly, by now her father had suffered so many traumatic head blows that it would take dropping a howitzer on him before he'd notice. Still, it made Ryunosuke feel better, even if she was being roundly ignored.
"Much obliged," said the guy with the funny badge. There was something familiar about him, but she just couldn't place it no matter how she tried. "The experiment we shall be running will be very, ahem, delicately balanced. It will be extremely useful to have such a handsome and well admired boy participating."
"I'm a chick!" Ryunosuke protested, but again was roundly ignored. "Gimme one good reason -"
"You will be well compensated for your time, of course," the official interrupted, and then handed over a slip of paper. Ryunosuke grunted and rolled her eyes. Yeah right. There wasn't enough money in the world to make her wanna do something like this!
But before she scrunched it up and tossed it away, the manly girl took a glimpse at the ticket and her eyes bulged wide open. No way! It seemed ridiculous, yet somehow she - she totally believed it!
"Out of school uniform," she read aloud, her tone of voice growing happier and more high pitched with each passing syllable. "A pretty pink blouse, a frilly bra, your choice of girly underwear and a sexy ruffled skirt! Yippee! I'll do it, just you watch me!"
"Huh? No way! I'm not allowing that!" Ryuunosuke's father griped. He grabbed hold of the ticket and made to rip it up - but then stopped when another ticket was passed to him. She didn't see what it said, but her old man's face turned a ghastly pale, and he sheepishly handed back her ticket. "On the other hand, I suppose that's reasonable payment..."
"Glad to hear we could all come to an acceptable agreement," the official said. "It's so nice to be able to help people out while doing my job. Come along now Miss Ryunosuke. While you are biologically a girl, legally you are still registered as male... And I think that you will quite like the uniforms we have in store for you."
Feh! She didn't give a crap. Permission to wear girly clothes outside of school? Yeah, sure! She'd wear some weird new school uniform if it meant getting some downtime as a chick! Just a few hours each day forced to wear clothes she'd wear anyway, then given more freedom afterwards... Hell yeah! Best deal of all time!
Except that, just like all deals, there's always that hidden catch that you don't know about. In this case, the effects these uniforms would have, both on Ryunosuke herself and the people around her.
- Sakura and Ryunosuke model the uniforms one by one, and find themselves behaving differently while wearing them.
- Meanwhile, Shinobu's got a hankering to give others love advice. Like Lum, for example...
- Or maybe she gives advice to Ran?
- Lum searches for Ataru. She doesn't want to wait until tonight to get some more action!
- Something else
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