Shun rose from the towels that covered her, keeping her warm and hiding her femininity. It was time to dress, reclaim a mote of her dignity before confronting Furusawa.
Shun opened her dresser drawer. She froze, gazing into the drawer. Her eye started twitching, as she rooted around through the clothing she found within. "Hey! What happened to my boxers!?!" shouted Shun at last, "And where did all this lingerie come from!?" A moment later, she answered her own question, "Sempai..."
She picked up one of the frilly panties that now filled her dresser in place of her usual boxers. They were quite high quality, nicely cut, good material, well made. It looked like it would fit well on her figure.
It was hate at first sight.
Still, it was the only thing standing in the way between her and the denim of her pants, and she chafed oh-so easily. Reluctantly, she stepped into the loops and pulled them over her hips. As she thought, the panties were a perfect, comfortable fit. Although underwear that fit well were always welcome on principle, that the comfortable underwear was panties raised two concerns.
The first was that the comfortable fit was from a pair of panties. Being formerly of the opposing gender, this quite understandably made Shun uncomfortable. The panties were snug against sensitive flesh, reminding her what she had lost and what she was now.
The second was that, because the panties fit so well, it raised the question of how Shinobu got her measurements, where and when did he get them, and how was he able to turn those measurements into a stock of panties for her? This implied connections up the wazoo, and the mechanics of getting her measurements, quite frankly, opened up a can of worms that frightened Shun.
Shun wrapped the sarashi around her chest, squeezing her breasts to the point where they would not be noticed under loose clothing; to the point where there could be breasts under her clothes, rather than there being no doubt about it. Not too much, though. Breathing was important! (And still is, no accounting for verb tense.)
Then on came the jeans and the shirt (not blouse) and sweater. She took some time to brush out her hair (she had an image to keep up), and then she was ready to deal unholy smackdown on her sempai.
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