She turned her back, indicating I was to change right there in the room. I was quick. The uniform was basic black trousers and a black button-up shirt to my relief instead of the dress. While I was getting dressed, she rifled in a nearby cupboard and then threw some shoes over her shoulder. I put them on, surprised to see they fit perfectly. She had a good eye, I thought, then again she must have been doing this for several years.
I stood there with my clothes in hand. She turned around and observed me. "You look presentable" was all she said "but that blue hair of yours" she shook her head looking disgusted "you'll need to dye that back to an original color."
I touched my hair. It was an original color. She made no more mention of it, taking my clothes and throwing them into a nearby h
