Chapter 317: Chapter 332: Bolder

I walked into the tailor shop where they produced the school uniforms. The storefront was rather small, but considering the size of the building, the back must have been something impressive to look at. “Hey,” I called over to the man behind the counter. “I need new uniforms,” I said bluntly.

He was busy working on what looked to be a rather intricate leather jacket, not even bothering to look my way. “Right. If they need repair I’ll take them now, if you need new ones entirely we can take your measurements here and have them to you as soon as we can.”

I laughed nervously, scratching my head to give one of my hands something to do so I’d feel less awkward. “That’s alright… We already took them and wrote them down for you… So there’s no need for that…”

He stepped to the side, only taking his eyes off his work for a second to quickly read over it. “Class one uniform? Hm… I’m not sure you took the measurements right, you should probably get them done here just to be sure. It shouldn’t take too long for one of our female staff to be free.”

I growled. “No… We did it right… And we even double-checked…” He sighed, finally turning to look at me and freezing stiff once he did, only annoying me more.

“We’ll get it done as soon as possible…”

Isy poked me in the side making me suddenly flinch, starting to feel more embarrassed than angry, but never letting the anger go completely. “What does that mean… A couple days or…”

“Right… So all uniforms are made from a fabric we get by treating bladed ram leather with slime and interweaving it with the wool. That’s why they feel so soft and light.”

‘Why is that unfortunate…’ “What, did a monster kill all the slimes?”

“No, nothing like that. We keep several here and take care of them. The bladed ram population has gone down like crazy though. Most people have been ordered to stop hunting them, but the population still decreased… Some monster or another is responsible I’m sure, but we're out of materials, and the school will only pay us if we make the uniforms the way they want us to.”

“Ugh… What a pain… Well, what about something else… Do you have any armor or clothes that would at least fit better than what I’m wearing?”

“Eh… You’d have a difficult time finding anything pre-made anywhere in the city. The only people with sizes like these tend to be orcs, and that’s because of their large muscles and wide bone structure not well, you know. If you wanted to buy some clothes meant for an orc male that would be the closest you’d find, but shops that sell those are less common.”

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I felt my cheeks start to heat up from embarrassment, but thanks to the dragon I was able to stay calm and rather it all funneled into a dull annoyance. “S-so…” I cleared my throat. “Do you have any clothes like that then?”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “In the back there. You can try it on if you want, and I can even make some quick alterations if you need them.”

“Right…” I sighed, heading back to grab some new street clothes… There were a select few, but at least some of them fit properly, even if it was way too wide around the waist and kind of long. It had a sharp v cut into the collar too which wasn’t something I personally liked, but it was thick enough to feel like I wasn’t naked, and certainly covered a whole lot more than what I had on. As for the pants they were all tight, so I just grabbed the biggest pair there was. Then he just split open the sides and fed leather straps through little holes he punched into them. I was glad he was able to stay professional the whole time… But it was clear after a while that he thought it was as absurd as I did that he had to do so much work… Most notably when he had to modify the pants a second time because they were still tight after the first. If not for my dragon's blood, they would have definitely been cutting off my circulation. However if nothing else, I was impressed by how the material didn’t tear, and how much more compressible my body seemed relative to that of a human one.

The pants I was wearing before ripped in several places once I started to move around, but since I was wearing a skirt, albeit a short one, it wasn’t all that bad. But generally speaking, it was an outcome I preferred to not have happen again, so I assured him the modifications were necessary… Not that he needed much convincing, being a tailor and all.

Once I changed we walked out the door and I sat down on one of the steps with a long groan. ‘That was… An experience…’

“I’m really impressed by you, honestly I thought I’d have to do all the talking.”

I groaned again, this time much softer. “Yeah, well… Dragons are stubborn and bold… When I assimilated him you could say it shifted my personality a bit… Although, how do I say this… It’s also not so bad because this isn’t really my body you know? Or… It doesn’t feel like it. Like if your clothes suddenly fell off and everyone saw you naked I’d be embarrassed along with you, but it wouldn’t be nearly as bad as it happens to me you know?”

She slowly crossed her arms, showing how uncomfortable I just made her. “Yeah, I think I get it…”

I stretched out my arms, lifting them high above my head and feeling my spine stretch with them, decompressing as I grew an extra couple of inches just from that. ‘It’s like getting use to my new eyes… But everywhere…’ “Ahh… It feels good to be able to raise my arms above my head again without my shirt riding up though, we should go get some food.”

She growled slightly walking up to me and yanking on the laces near my collar, closing the shirt tightly over my bust. “He added these laces so that you would use them…”

‘But now it’s too tight…’ I whined, untying them again. “You’re just jealous.”

“Bolder… And maybe a bit arrogant too…” She mumbled.

With another sigh, I caved in and retired the laces. “Sorry…” ‘Technically I did want a body like this… But not to this extent… Am I just being picky?’ I sighed. “Let’s just go grab some food, then… Honestly, then I need to go back to the room and rest. My knee actually still kinda hurts from my fight with my brother… And I think I put my chest wrap on too tight too… I guess I got a little carried away trying to make it smaller so I could move around more easily when fighting. Is this what it’s always like for you? Oh, I hope we don’t have to use our bows in the exam, that probably won't end well…”

She turned slightly red. “More bold is uh… A bit of an understatement don’t you think?” She muttered softly.

I let out a small groan. ‘Yeah… No, she’s right… It’s actually starting to make me a bit worried.’ “Right… uh… Don’t answer that… Or respond… Hey, what do you want to eat?” I asked, quickly trying to change the subject.