Thursday no one really noticed as Jasmine walked in. In a blouse, skirt, socks, and pumps she almost looked normal after all. "I guess it was my turn."
Amber looked her over. "Let me guess. School girl?"
"Japanese school girl. I think. But he used a fair amount of anime as part of his 'lesson'."
"I guess it fits."
"At least I can get away with a bra. I think." She looked down at herself. "This was in my closet. The top needs to be smaller, it's not quite the right style, but it works close enough. The skirt, of course, needs to be shorter."
"Nope. See?" She flipped her skirt up for a moment, giving everyone a peek, the blushed. "And that's the other thing: I have to give 'panty peeks' any time I get a chance. Even though I'm not wearing any."
"Still, could be worse."
"Yeah. I can still meet visitors to the town if I'm careful." She looked away, contemplative. "I wonder what he's planning long-term. Even I couldn't leave town like this. What happens to those of us who were planning on going to college? Getting jobs?"
"Do you really think he cares?"
"Well, he has made sure we can't raise a fuss, and made sure the town isn't too disrupted. Obviously he doesn't want to draw too much attention to what he's doing."
"<em>Yet.</em> I live along the main street to the mansion: there are a lot of out-of-town cars that come and go. And if you watch the news his 'education breakthrough' is being hailed as the best thing since sliced bread."
There was silence until the bell rang.