Ch 1.34: Underdressed

“Clothes, clothes, clothes,” Elaina muttered to herself as she jumped out of bed. She didn’t even have Tira’s spare jacket or her underwear anymore, was just completely naked in the room. “I could borrow clothes from Tira?” She looked down at her chest; there was no way any of Tira’s tops or bras were going to fit her. “I just need—”

A uniform, a complete set including socks and boots, was hanging on the doorknob leading to the hallway, with a piece of parchment sticking out of the jacket pocket. It looked suspiciously like her size. She walked over and took the paper out, unfolding it and reading the message inscribed inside.

Dear Elaina,

Morning, sleepyhead! I tried talking to you about this last night, but you were absolutely out after our little playtime. Your roommate told me about the scraps of clothes left in your room, and I was able to pull a couple strings and get you a replacement uniform once I explained it was due to a bullying situation. Your underwear from last night is in my desk drawer if you want to wear it. You gave it to me during playtime, but I don’t expect you to really give it up if you want it back.

I had a great time, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be there when you woke up.

-Tira

Elaina’s heart skipped at the last line, and she stared at it for a while before setting the note aside and going to look at her uniform. It was the same material, somehow made extremely quickly with absurd quality. The Endrin-issued clothing hit her hard the first time she saw it, but this one hit harder still.

She looked over to Tira’s desk, wondering. Panties are too dirty to wear regardless, but I should really wear a bra. But really, she couldn’t right? A smile grew on her face as she put her shirt on. She’d given the bra away, after all. Game or no, it belonged to Tira now, so Elaina wouldn’t be wearing it.

The white shirt was tight, just like her others, but obviously not tight enough to provide the support that she really needed. It was thin too, the outline of her nipples being crystal clear while the pink color was vaguely suggested at. That obviously wouldn’t have been okay on its own, but it’d be fine with the jacket. She finished getting dressed and went to admire herself in the Tira’s bathroom mirror. She actually looked mostly fine, the cut of the jacket pressing her breasts in anyway, even if it didn’t push them up like she would have liked.

Elaina turned around and flipped her skirt up, admiring the red marks Tira had left on her. She was surprised they hadn’t bruised, but then she thought back to her class. When she’d sprained her ankle that first night, it had healed remarkably quickly, and she wondered if this was the same phenomenon. Still, the marks were light enough, and Elaina’s skirt long enough, that they were mostly unnoticeable, which was fortunate. She’d really have to be careful to not have any repeats of the skirt incident during the duel with Waine, but that had been on purpose anyway, and Tira was right about the uniforms being made well enough to not come undone like that on accident.

Elaina peeked out of Tira’s door, making sure no one would see her leaving before jumping out into the hall. It was strange how the rush of being out in school in just underwear was so similar to the rush she now felt doing the same with everything but underwear. She thought about knocking on Tira’s office door before she remembered the other desks in there, and that Tira had said she would be busy this morning. If she’d had the time to come say good morning, she would have, so she’s probably either not there anyway or too busy.

Instead Elaina turned back to the center of school, making her way towards the dining hall. It was packed, obviously, and she couldn’t find Carline, so she grabbed a plate of eggs, potatoes, and ham, and then went off to eat by herself, near the staff table. She kept an eye on that table as she ate, waiting to see if Alonse showed up. She knew it was silly, that a trip to the capital took far longer than the two days it had been since he left, and that he would have to make it back as well regardless, but she wanted to keep an eye out. The moment he returned, she was going to tell him everything.

That day was yet to come though, so she finished her food and left, still feeling bad about not cleaning up her own plate. There were a lot of things she still had to get used to about life at the academy. She was thinking about going back up to her room to grab some proper underwear, but as she was leaving breakfast the next bell rang, signaling the few minutes they had to get to their next class. Realizing she’d probably spent too much time admiring Tira’s handiwork on the back of her legs and ass, she resigned herself to at least attending her first class in her current attire.

As she walked out towards the field, Elaina became very aware of her lack of undergarments. The walk to breakfast was mostly empty since she wasn’t coming from a dorm anyway, but now she was in a crowd of people, her boobs bouncing unrestrained with each step, her lips completely bare underneath her skirt as the other students jostled her while trying to push by to their own classes, all of them unaware of her own shameful state.

Elaina’s pussy burned with excitement as her face burned with embarrassment. Gods, I’m not going to get addicted to this, am I? Her time at Endrin so far had been brief, but it was transforming her rapidly. Or maybe I’m just now realizing what I’ve always been. She thought about what Tira said, how it was okay to be the way she was, and her heart began to ache again, wishing she could just skip class and go back to Tira’s room forever.

She thought about something else Tira had once said, right before her duel, when she stepped outside: “This isn’t fencing class.” Well, now Elaina actually was walking towards fencing class, and it was terrifying. It was held at the same field as Combatives had been, but with a different professor. Today the field was more empty than her first Combatives class with her entire year, holding about half of her class. She scanned the crowd of students as she approached, looking for Carline. They’d already compared schedules and realized they had this course together.

As she walked through the sand field she noticed there were marked circles throughout it, rings of white sand with numbered signs next to each of them, fencing rings, she guess. She found Carline standing by a rack of equipment on the far side of the field, staring at the line of long, thin swords, each with some curved handguard at the hilt that they were hanging from. “Hey!” Elaina said as she ran forward.

Carline turned from the swords and smiled, before a horrified look appeared on her face. “Elaina, you’re hurt!”

Elaina’s own eyes went wide as she shook her head and waved her hands, hoping no one else was listening. “No, it’s fine,” she whispered as she got closer. “It was, uhm, on purpose…”

Carline stared for a moment, confused, before her face lit up with realization. “Oh! Right, uhm, that’s fine, I mean. Do you— Do you want me to help?”

“No, ah, it’s… I want to leave them there, actually.”

Both girls stood there, blushing, as the rest of the class filled in. “Was it nice?” Carline eventually asked.

“It was amazing!” Elaina couldn’t help but grin while thinking back to the bath with Tira. “I mean, it was a little unexpected in a lot of ways, but I had a really great time.”

Carline sighed in relief. “Good. I was worried, you leaving like that after curfew last night. And I guess Tira gave you the uniform she told me about?”

“Yeah, she did.” Won’t mention she took my underwear too though. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?”

Carline blushed, looking down. “I’m sorry. I wanted to, but she told me not to for some reason. Said she wanted to surprise you with it, and I was too scared to not listen.”

Elaina laughed. “Yeah, I get that.” She looked around at the other students, wondering how full her class would be, and then she spotted two familiar faces.

Waine and Prisma were off just a little bit further down the rack, chatting to each other and laughing. She looks so happy… Prisma caught her glance and stared back, Waine looking over to see what she was staring at as well. Waine held her gaze for a moment before jerking away, grabbing Prisma’s arm and storming off. Elaina exhaled. It was the first time she’d seen him since their duel, and she was afraid of how he’d react without Tira around.

“I think he’ll leave you alone now,” Carline said. “Tira might be part of it, but he’s always been like this. He never would play chess with me again after the first time I beat him.”

“That’s something, at least.”

“Attention, class!” Elaina turned to see a younger woman, early thirties at most, clad in what she would consider very normal clothes, clothes she might have expected farmers to wear back home, simple baggy trousers and a brown tunic. She had a weapon on her hip, the same style as the ones prepared on the field, only far nicer looking. “I’m Professor Ranlit, and this is fencing class. You all here are the first years who aren’t internal targeters, so martial combat is a secondary concern to most of you. But everyone runs out of mana eventually, and you need to be able to defend yourself in a pinch. You only see me once a week, so we’re gonna have to hit the ground running to make any progress. You’re all going to be doing a tournament today so I can see where your skills stand, so everyone go hang your jackets up on the rack and grab a rapier.”

Elaina looked down to her chest. She thought about what she’d seen earlier in Tira’s room: the shape of her breasts hanging without support, the thinness of her white shirt, the outline of her nipples. “Wait—”