Picture these:
Nao, in a way-too-small baby-doll tee and a badly shortened version of the Academy's standard middle-school skirt, wearing a pair of sunglasses, a bandana around her neck, and her naughtiest come-hither look as she leaned in towards the camera.
Akane had worn a dress, with matching hat. I'll simply say that both of them had ruffles but somehow she made them work, and then I'll leave it at that.
Yukariko had been giving my camera the sort of look you'd expect of a tribesman who expected the evil outlanders' box to steal his soul, which did nothing at all for her complexion... and since that dress would've been dowdy on somebody's eighty-year-old grandmother, she frankly needed the help, in a 'hollywood librarian' sort of way.
Akira had been blushing a little when I grabbed the shot of her, so besides wearing a scowl and a sweatshirt - which were both frankly to be expected - she was also shooting the lens a one finger salute and a fierce blush that, given some of the other shots in there, was likely chemically assisted.
Yoko-sensei and Midori had both chosen to attend in the guise of Misato Katsuragi Chic - fortunately sans old stains - and had wrapped each other in a bear hug so's to be able to give each other bunny ears without compromising their ability to flash the obligatory victory signs.
Shizuru, to my shock and awe at the time, does indeed own clothes which are neither lingiere, school uniforms, nor traditionally Japanese. Of course, on her, a skirt, a dress shirt, and heels had as much affect on a viewer's insulin levels as their did their blood pressure, but overall it was actually a pretty nice change.
Especially since, by the look on her face and the angle of the camera relative to the room, she was four sheets into the wind to my three by the time she got around to trying to burrow inside of Natsuki's obligatory leathers... No, variety isn't a Kuga strong point, though at least you have to admit that they're practical for her.
To a point. I didn't even know underwear came in that color.
Shiho was wearing a sweater and a skirt, both of which included more pink than someone with her coloration should ever consider for even a moment, and Mikoto had been so swamped by what I could have sworn was a Men's XXL t-shirt that I didn't even realize she was wearing a skirt of her own rather than shorts until I got to the photo that Midori's scrawled wisecrack titled 'Why Nao Is Not Allowed to Make Dares'.
Yukino had worn her uniform, and by the evidence eventually ended up regretting that fact - no, I won't tell you about why I think that, since she has by far the greater reserves of blackmail material.
Fumi was the shocker. You meet a girl who looks right in some staid, boring professional dress, then you don't expect her to show up off duty looking like... well, like a lot of Natsuki's non-school acquaintances probably had during their misspent youth. Leather, silk, and cotton, sure, and before someone had gone and replaced three-quarters of it all with fishnet, it'd probably only been a little daring.
I mean, yikes!
And Mai was... I wish I hadn't said a thing. The way my self esteem was at the time, I'd never have considered why she might be trying to dress up even if I'd had enough of a clue to notice in the first place. And, yeah, okay, the yellow and blue poncho thing was ugly as hell - but why fuck would I...
I'm not going to talk about this any more.
Ja, -n
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