Chapter 12
IT HAD NEVER BEEN her intention to become the young lady she was now. But, having accepted her circumstances, Mira would be the cutest young lady she could be. She wouldn’t make any compromises.
“When it comes to hiding your underwear, there’s more than one technique…”
Given the store’s massive selection, there were plenty of ways to solve Mira’s problem. She just needed something that wouldn’t keep her from showing off the delightful shape of her legs.
Her task was to conceal her panties without ruining her miniskirt’s intrinsic charm, so she’d have to consider shorts, tights, leggings, and boy shorts. Taking a brief look at the options, Mira puzzled over which suited her best.
“Well, I guess I should start trying them on.”
It seemed to her that she’d get her answer more quickly by actually doing that than just by thinking about it. With that in mind, Mira started by grabbing the closest solution and heading toward a mirror. She was unaware of the establishment’s fitting room.
She tried on a pair of shorts first. They weren’t visible beneath her skirt, so her cuteness remained unimpeded.
Mira grabbed her skirt and flipped it up. As expected, the shorts—which she could have worn out as they were—hid her panties completely. As long as she had a pair of shorts on, they would cover her even if her skirt came off, like pants did. She’d be free to move around without needing to worry about anyone seeing beneath them.
“I bet nothing would get past these either.”
Still standing in front of the mirror, Mira tested how well the shorts hid her panties by running in place, jumping up and down, and tossing her skirt up. The shorts passed every test with flying colors and were easy to move in to boot.
“A solid first choice.”
In her original form, she wouldn’t have been too pleased to hear about a girl wearing shorts under a miniskirt. That would have dashed any hopes of a fortuitous panty peek. But this was about her own body, and at the moment, she was the one trying to dash others’ hopes of peeking.
It was dawning on Mira just how effective the miniskirt-shorts combo was; it let her move freely while maintaining the miniskirt’s cute look. She was finally getting the sense that she truly understood women’s feelings. Yet, as she tossed her skirt up once more, she couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.
Next, Mira tried on leggings. She put them on and began testing them in front of the mirror as she’d done before. She’d picked out the super-short type known as “bike shorts,” which went down to the hem of her skirt.
“Hrmm. These aren’t bad either.” They were lighter and snugger, but she could move as freely as in the shorts. They’d go on her list of options as well.
Lifting her skirt in the mirror, Mira noted that the black bike shorts hid her panties fantastically well. Moreover, they fit tightly enough that there wasn’t even a slight bulge in her miniskirt, as there had been with the regular shorts. But although bike shorts were even more effective at concealing her underwear, there was one additional problem with them.
“Yeah… He actually didn’t seem to mind these.”
She remembered something her weird friend had once said about how great bike shorts were. According to him, they didn’t hide a girl’s legs or butt but actually accentuated them. Best of all, one could faintly see panty lines through them.
“Yeah, I sort of get that now.”
Checking the bike shorts in the mirror, Mira realized that her friend had a point. He’d mentioned that, while the shorts didn’t look very sexy at first glance, something made them extremely erotic: Even if they covered a girl’s underwear beneath a miniskirt, they were still very snug and hugged all her curves. So, while they did conceal one’s panties, they created the potential for a different kind of peek.
Realizing the truth of this firsthand, Mira went about the selection process with renewed scrutiny. Next, she decided to try on the most classic garment of the bunch: boy shorts. These were known to conceal one’s underwear while, at the same time, looking like underwear.
They were considered—rightly—the pinnacle of panty protection and could be worn in most situations in which one’s skirt might fly up.
“These look almost like a stylish diaper,” Mira muttered to herself as she slipped into the boy shorts in front of the mirror. “Hrmm. Perfect.”
The boy shorts’ design was similar to slightly larger panties. They weren’t visible beneath her skirt, and they didn’t impede movement. Mira stomped around, hopping up and down to get an idea of how they felt. After giving them that quick, basic test, she grabbed her skirt hem to begin the definitive trial and slowly lifted her skirt.
“Hunh… He might’ve been right about these.”
Looking at the black boy shorts in the mirror, Mira couldn’t help feeling that the sight was so appealing that it resembled fine art. The boy shorts were stylishly decorated with lace. They were actually meant to be seen, and their visibility accentuated their appeal. No wonder they were often called “show panties.”
As Mira admired them, she again recalled something that her friend had said. He’d mentioned how, despite hiding a girl’s underwear, boy shorts still looked enough like them to thoroughly turn him on.
“They really aren’t much different, are they…?” Mira muttered.
She continued to stare in the mirror, deep in thought. Looking at her reflection, she appeared to be simply wearing panties under a skirt. But these were show panties; it shouldn’t be a problem if anyone saw them. The whole purpose of boy shorts was to hide one’s real underwear.
That said, they looked so perfect at first glance that one might mistake them for an actual pair of sexy panties—the garment that the boy shorts were intended to hide.
If someone stole a peek at boy shorts, was that really much different? Would it really matter to them whether the boy shorts were a separate layer?
Looking in the mirror, Mira tilted her head slightly as if puzzled. She was convinced that the boy shorts did a fine job accentuating her natural cuteness. Yet she continued her search, picking up a pair of black tights.
The tights were made of highly elastic material. They covered pretty much everything from the tips of one’s toes to one’s waist. The thick type in particular was known as the undisputed champion of panty protection thanks to its ability to conceal not only panties but legs as well.
“Hrmm… These are… Yes, indeed.”
Having quickly pulled on the black tights, Mira stared at herself in the mirror. Her expression was dead serious, and her gaze spoke to a powerful sense of utterly unyielding determination. She began checking every inch of her body, scanning from her head to her neck, her chest to her waist, and then down to her legs.
Mira did this repeatedly, then patted herself on the back. “Well, I look good in just about everything, don’t I?”
The beautiful sight of bare legs emerging from her miniskirt was gone; still, the tights actually accentuated her legs. They helped convey an altogether different sexiness. Best of all, the way they complemented her legs brought the foxy silhouette to a previously unfathomable level of beauty.
“I really am cute.” Confident of that, Mira began moving around in the black tights. “Hrmm. They’re pretty easy to move in, huh?”
Because the tights were made of such terrifically stretchy material, they’d hold up however wildly she moved. Finishing her preliminary check, Mira grabbed her skirt to give the tights the long-awaited final test. Lifting her skirt quickly, she saw that everything underneath was black.
“They’re like boy shorts but sort of different.”
The only difference between boy shorts and tights would be whether they showed her bare legs. At least, that was what Mira thought at first. Looking at the faint outline of her panties through the tights, she brooded. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but some discrepancy between the two was floating in the back of her mind.
After she racked her brain for a moment, her friend’s eternally hopeful words came to mind: “Boy shorts kind of give off a sporty vibe, right? But black tights give off an intellectual vibe. I think girls look pretty darn sexy in black tights too.”
“I see… If I threw on a pair of glasses, I’d look like a chic intellectual, wouldn’t I?”
Girls in boy shorts looked sporty and outgoing, while girls in black tights looked quieter and more reserved. She wasn’t quite sure where or how she’d gotten that impression. Still, seeing herself in black tights now—after having seen herself in boy shorts a moment before—she knew it was true.
“Well, maybe next time.”
Having gained insight into how men saw boy shorts and black tights differently—and liking both looks—Mira crossed black tights off her list. Her rationale was both very simple and very important.
“Tights don’t really make sense in this weather.”
It was summer, and Mira was already slightly warm from moving around a little bit. On top of that, she was wearing thick tights, which were great at retaining heat. That, combined with the fact that it was summer, meant that her legs were getting clammy.
The shop had thinner tights, but given their sheer fabric, they wouldn’t fully conceal underwear. She could put her new Dinoire Trading cooling conditioner under her clothes, but it wouldn’t really work with tights. And nothing was more uncomfortable than one’s lower half feeling completely soupy in the middle of summer. Having decided as much, Mira ripped the tights off and her panties along with them.
As she did, her friend’s words rushed back to her again: “You know, once a girl’s tights or boy shorts get sweaty…”
Shaking off the unbelievably perverted conversation that’d popped into her head, Mira returned her panties to the proper position and quietly put the tights back on the shelf she’d gotten them from.
Come to think of it, they have a lot of winter clothes, don’t they?
Suddenly looking around the store, Mira noticed shelves and displays full of every type of clothing, regardless of season. There were definitely more summer clothes, but lots of winter clothing was piled on the shelves too. The shelf where she’d gotten the black tights was positively packed with such clothes, but she’d probably boil in any of those garments.
With that in mind, she began checking the shelves that had mostly summer clothes. On one, she came across a pair of black stockings.
“Hrmm. There’s probably no reason to try these on.”
The thin, sheer-looking stockings didn’t seem like they’d conceal her underwear. That judgment made, Mira suddenly and unintentionally remembered something else her friend had said.
“Let me tell you about pantyhose…”
She dismissed the thought and left the shelf immediately.
Having tried on most of her options, Mira took one more lap around the store to see whether there were other ideas she hadn’t considered. After going in a full circle, she once again found herself in the Magical Knights corner.
While it was still in the same store, that corner’s vibe really was completely different. It fit the magical-girl style almost too perfectly. Thinking back on the maids in the imperial castle, Mira began to leave.
At that exact moment, she spotted an innerwear section along the wall right beside the magical-girl corner. Not only that, those shelves nearest the Magical Knights corner proudly displayed magical-girl-style innerwear.
“I can’t believe they have a whole section for this stuff.”
The magical-girl style generally entailed risqué, low-cut miniskirts. In a world without upskirt-prevention magic, innerwear would be a necessity.
So many varieties were displayed, they seemed to encourage hesitant Magical Knights enthusiasts to try them on. The section contained countless varieties of shorts and tights like Mira had just tried on, as well as a bunch of other undergarments like half slips.
Even from a distance, she could see that the section’s huge selection included stuff with lace, stuff with frills, culotte-esque things, and garments that would suit either a cute or sultry aesthetic.
This section’s girlier than any I’ve come across so far. Mira wished she’d noticed it when she first came upstairs.
Rather than rushing to that area immediately, Mira looked at the three girls hanging out in front of the innerwear display. This section had the vibe of a women’s undergarment department. The three girls standing there were probably between fourteen and seventeen and wore full magical-girl garb. Holding several garments from the section, they avidly shared their thoughts on each.
Unsurprisingly, the three wore very short magical-girl skirts—and unlike Mira, they were bona fide girls, so they seemed genuinely concerned about how best to conceal that area.
“These are cuter! Look—they’re a much nicer color, just in case anyone sees them.”
“You think so? I think these look better. Aren’t they any good?”
“They’re all right. They’d be really cute if they had a cutout here.”
The three continued discussing their thoughts, trying on different pieces. They showed each other how the various garments looked and shared their opinions on each.
Perhaps because only women were shopping nearby, the three were momentarily unconcerned with modesty. They stood in front of a store mirror, lifting and tossing their skirts in much the way Mira had.
I’m still not really sure what I’m doing. It might be helpful if some women with more experience pointed me in the right direction. Hrmm… I’ll watch them a bit for reference. Yeah, just let me watch for reference. Purely for reference.
The way the girls tossed their skirts reminded Mira of a matador’s cape. Lured by their high-pitched voices… No, simply wanting to understand women better, she approached the group, all the while telling herself that she had no ulterior motives.
Mira drew up to the edge of the innerwear section, pretending to be just another customer randomly picking out clothes, and covertly began to watch and listen to the three.
Since Mira was a girl, the group wasn’t a bit suspicious of her. They continued trying on different articles even as Mira neared, and they didn’t stop exposing what they wore under their skirts to each other. They were completely absorbed in trying on different garments.
Mira listened in as their girlish discussion continued. She really had planned to eavesdrop for insight into how girls made their selections—her justification wouldn’t have been a bald-faced lie.
The girls were still freely lifting their skirts to ensure the innerwear was effective, Mira saw in her peripheral vision. “Yes, I see. That works,” she murmured to herself, as if she were just taking notes.
Doing so, she learned about the things women kept in mind while picking out innerwear, as well as about the three girls themselves. Every once in a while, she overheard them refer to monsters, dungeons, or guilds. It certainly seemed as if they were adventurers in the same party.
They’re really…?
The group looked a lot different up close than they had at a distance. From a better point of view, the scene Mira took in was crystal clear.
Adventuring was a tough job, and the distinction between male and female adventurers sometimes became irrelevant. It made sense that girls in that world wouldn’t have quite the same sensibilities when it came to shyness and self-consciousness. Observing as much, Mira felt that that must’ve held especially true when adventurers of the same sex gathered.
There was a fitting room in a small corner of the store, but the girls had still decided to try on everything and show each other right there. They must’ve concluded that no men would come over and that they were only trying on innerwear, then let their guard down in this very public display.
Are they really…?!
Innerwear were basically undergarments that other people were allowed to see. Yet they were inherently different from actual underwear, which were what men really wanted to see. A glimpse of innerwear could produce a second of happiness, but only a second. In Mira’s opinion, they were basically counterfeit panties. It didn’t matter how often she looked at the girls in their innerwear; she felt no true joy.
While she found the sight of their bare thighs incredible, she’d only made her way over to where they were chatting so she could immerse herself in their fun. There was something special about being in a place where girls were enjoying themselves.
Mira certainly was starting to feel exhilarated, and the reason had nothing to do with innerwear, underwear, or even the nearby shoppers’ lovely thighs. More than anything, their behavior—namely, the way they were pulling up their skirts—appealed to Mira’s sensibilities.
Yes, I see. I’ll take note of this.
That particular area would normally be hidden, its owner keeping the sacred ground firmly under lock and key. Now, incredibly, they were unveiling it with their own hands. That sight was rare indeed.
Mira decided she’d continue to watch. These three had a lot more experience being girls, after all. At least, that was the excuse that kept coming to her as she focused intently on the group, beginning to daydream about how perfect it’d be if one of the girls began acting a tiny bit embarrassed.
Just then—perhaps because Mira had let her gaze linger too long—a girl looked over. They’d finally noticed Mira watching them furtively.
Damn it! They saw me!
This was bad. If Mira suddenly looked away, though, it would only seem more suspicious. In that moment, Mira thought with all her might about what she could do and what excuse she could try using.
Feeling as if she’d been caught red-handed, Mira sought an excuse that would hold water as her head began to spin. However, she was about to find out that her current appearance as a beautiful girl was more advantageous than she’d guessed.
“Oh, sorry. Are we in the way?” the girl who’d seen Mira asked apologetically. She was seemingly the oldest and had blue hair. Apparently, she thought the three of them were standing in a spot that prevented Mira from reaching a shelf.
Although they’d caught Mira red-handed, they didn’t seem to suspect that her intentions were anything but wholesome.
For real…?!
At that point, Mira recalled how her current form came off. Not only was she more charming as a female, she was also a young girl, so her demeanor was innocent and naive as well. So much so that there wasn’t a soul who’d guess that, inside, she was actually a dirty old man.
That was why she thought that, so long as she wasn’t quite as obvious as Flicker, her cover wouldn’t be blown.
“No, you’re not. It’s just…a friend of mine said I should wear something over my panties, and it’s my first time buying something like that. I’m not really sure how to go about it. I thought maybe I’d listen to what you had to say to get an idea,” Mira replied, passing off the excuse she’d just thought up as the truth. She shook her head as, inside, she triumphantly rejoiced.
She’d decided to go with that explanation out of a slight concern that if she made a run for it, she’d end up looking even more shady. The girls hadn’t noticed that Mira was the famed Spirit Queen, but if it started going around that Mira was a Peeping Tom, it would be a serious problem for her. Worst of all would be if Mariana caught wind of it. With that in mind, Mira had tried out her excuse.
“You mean you’re not wearing any now?!”
“Seriously?!”
“Do you, like, want people to see your panties or something?”
All three girls had apparently bought Mira’s excuse. Mira supposed that answering them straightforwardly had done the trick. Perhaps that was why they’d all had such strong reactions. But they now seemed to take her for some debauched exhibitionist.
Apparently, magical-girl-fashion enthusiasts considered innerwear a no-brainer. Most magical-girl skirts were exceptionally short, so that must’ve been obvious to most women. Mira was apparently an exception.
While the three girls looked shocked, they also peered at Mira with curiosity and even a bit of pity.
The oldest girl thought for a moment, then asked curiously, “Hmm…have you got much experience dressing like this?”
Since picking innerwear was integral to magical-girl fashion, the fact that Mira hadn’t yet done so had to mean she was new to the hobby. At least, that was what the girl thought.
“You called it. I’ve only been dressing like this for a few months,” Mira replied with a wry smile, thinking back on her first day of wearing magical-girl clothes.
The truth was that she just hadn’t cared about concealing her panties, but that was another story. Now that she thought about it, it had actually been quite a while since Lily and the others forced her into this outfit. Smiling to herself, she recalled how—before she even knew it—she’d been converted and found herself dressing the way she did as if it were natural.
“I see. A real newbie! Guess we’ve got no choice, huh? Since you’re here, we’ll show you the ropes.”
The girls claimed that magical-girl fashion was a pretty deep rabbit hole. They laughed about how, despite having over three years’ experience dressing in the style, they still had a lot to learn. They planned to help each other learn more about it together.
“Well, I’ll take you up on that,” Mira replied.
What had started as a cover story had actually become true: She really didn’t know what to wear. She wasn’t sure what the girls would teach her, but for the time being, Mira accepted their kind offer.
“It’s crazy how incredible you look even though you’re so new to this… I really had no idea you were figuring these clothes out. You might have what it takes to be a model representing our style on the runway.”
The bespoke outfit designed specifically to complement Mira’s figure and accentuate her natural features seemed to be a massive hit with the three magical-girl-clothing fans. It had even caused them to suspect Mira was a veteran enthusiast.
Hoping they’d relent on the idea of making her a representative of the trend, Mira avowed her earnest support of fellow enthusiasts. “U-uh, no…no way. Plenty of people out there would do a better job than me.”
“You’d definitely have a shot, though.”
As they chatted, Mira followed the three into the Magical Knights corner.
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