ADELE’S MAGNIFICENT ACADEMY LIFE
Story 1:
DIY Underwear
It had been several weeks since the start of term at Eckland Academy.
Adele was a fairly resilient girl, but there was one thing that she was finding that she simply could not bear.
It was her underclothes. Or, as they were called, her “drawers.”
As one might surmise, “drawers” were the only undergarments available for women in her world. Unfortunately, they were stiff and much too hot. And of course, when she donned trousers over them for physical fitness and martial arts training and then started moving around, they only got even sweatier. There had to be something she could do about this…
And so, she purchased a towel. It was a perfectly normal towel, just shy of thirty centimeters in width and eighty centimeters in length. Nonetheless, she was sure that she could make something of it.
Making underpants was simple enough, she knew. Surely she could manage to sew some.
Adele’s face glowed with intention as she attached thread to the four corners of the towel. Next, she put the cloth against her skin. All right. That feels good , she thought, then pinned it around the left and right sides of her waist and tried tying the threads.
Slip.
It was only natural that towel had slipped down—the threads only held around her thighs, as they weren’t tightened at her waist. Because she didn’t have any elastic, her new garment lacked structural integrity.
She decided to try a new method. She draped the towel behind her and pulled the threads of the short end around the front of her waist and tied them there. Then, she pulled the towel up between her legs. However, when she pulled the cloth up to her waist, there was a lot left over.
Hmm… If I don’t tie the threads first, then I can tie them from the inside at the front of my waist, right?
She tried it and the result felt just right.
Whoa! Adele thought. I made the perfect pair of underwear! I must be a genius. They’re easy to wear and amazingly comfortable. I bet if I sold them I could make a fortune!
Of course, Adele had no idea that there was already a garment of exactly the same construction, known as fundoshi—a garment had been worn in the distant past, in her previous world. Even in her own, current world, such a thing was already worn by men as an undergarment…
Okay, but having all this extra stuff hanging down in the front isn’t very cute… And if I wore pants over them, that would just be another place to get sweaty. That’s better!
Adele cut the towel shorter and retied the threads, then tried on her new garment once more.
This is it!
She determined it was best to let the towel drape in the back, then pull that part around to the front and wrap the threads sewn at the towel’s corners around her waist to tie them.
I did it! They’re cheap, simple, non-sweaty, and comfortable to boot! My days of purchasing expensive “drawers” are over!
Gloating, Adele embroidered a little design onto her homemade underwear and felt quite pleased with herself.
***
The following day, after lunch, and before physical training…
The girls began changing from their uniforms into their gym clothes in the locker room.
As Marcela began to undress, her eyes suddenly stopped on Adele, changing beside her.
“Wh…?!”
What Marcela saw was Adele, her upper garments removed, about to step into her gym trousers…and wearing her homemade underpants.
“A-a-aaaaaah, Miss Adele!!!” Marcela shouted, red in the face.
Their classmates turned to see what was going on.
“Wh… wh-wh-wh-what are you wearing?! What on earth are those?!?!”
“Oh, these? I made them myself! They’re great, aren’t they?! They aren’t itchy, or sweaty, and they’re super easy to make! If you all like, I’ll make some for every—”
Marcela, who had been in the process of unbuttoning her blouse, buttoned it back up. She handed Adele her skirt, then grabbed her by the collar.
“Huh? Why are we putting our uniforms back o… H-hey, Miss Marcela, where are we…?”
With Adele keeping her strength limited to that of a normal girl, even a slight young lady like Marcela could easily drag her along.
“U-um, but we have training now! Wh-where are we…?”
Marcela shot Adele a terrifying look and walked faster, until they’d left the others far behind.
***
“Where are Marcela and Adele?” Burgess asked.
“They’re off having a special lesson about decency, modesty, and common sense,” Monika said.
From her reply, Burgess could surmise the circumstances. “I’m marking Marcela as absent.”
In the end, the two didn’t return until afternoon classes were over.
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